My Favourite Book
Placing the book back on the shelf
The book I love to read
It gently slides in with such stealth
It contains, love, hate, death and greed
I never seem to finish it
It's like the never ending story
It usually lies where I always sit
It has become apart of me
The words stay in my head
Like learning a special exam
The pages binded by pristine thread
Keeping secrets like a magical dam
It's neither fiction nor reality
But what was, is and will be
A book of spells, my fantasy
My favourite book, my autobiography
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