Aching for the Past.

The story has ended;
Suddenly whilst reading the pages ran out.
I rub my fingers against the corner of the last page.
Perhaps two have stuck together,
clinging to each other for fear of the end.
No such luck.
I flip to the front to begin again, but every word is faded, impossible to decipher.
It's as if they never were.


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