they found her lifeless
body, soaking in the river along
with her books.

she kept her head
down, but her mind was always
racing with fear.

always holding on to
yesterday, never letting go of
her broken past.

you could feel her
presence, even when she was
hiding behind tales.

i wonder about her
soul, if she ever found
peace beyond existence.

or unravelled the mystery of life, her books becoming unbound.


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