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    Pages.
    That’s what people are.
    After turning page after page,
    I found that no story felt like mine
    And so, I skim through,
    Picking up bits and pieces from these travellers.
    There had been smiles, madness, misery
    But there had never been an end,
    A conclusion, a destination
    That one looked for
    All the way with the story
    But what if there isn’t one?
    What if it’s just a collection of oases
    That never merge or submerge
    Ones that stay up and stiff.
    I once had a book of my own
    After ripping apart pages from many.
    It never felt mine though.
    ©Khushboo Mohan
    (8/5/19)
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