Book

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~Janelle Ilukor

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I am worn and weathered, edges soft from touch. 

I hold secrets in my spine, stories waiting to burst.

Open me up, and I breath life into dreams.

A portal to worlds where anything can happen.

In the quiet of a room, I am a friend, whispering

tales of heroes, heartbreak, and hope. 

You escape my depths leaving reality behind.

Each line a step deeper, a journey in your mind.

But sometimes I feel your fingers linger,

tracing thoughts that hover like shadows.

I am a bridge to your imagination.

A safe space where you can be anyone.

And in my whispers, you find pieces of yourself.