You hid between the lines
of an open book, a quick read
yet one which requires time
and patience to begin
to understand.
Such writing once frustrated me
but each new line
my eyes trace over
fills me with awe and wonder.
It’s something new, different, nice.
You’re a new story
hid in plain sight of the classics
and I can do little else
unless I read one more chapter.
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