Untold Stories

He cries
thick black ink
and bold-faced font;
the words tumble down his aging, parchment cheek.

He sits,
swathed in iron-red leather
and wrinkly cardboard,
all alone on a wobbly shelf.

He waits
for hands to snatch him up,
tear him open,
and share his deepest secrets with the world.

He knows
that somewhere between the preface and epilogue
lies his heart,
warm and pulsating through the thick pages.

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