In a cozy nook, with the scent of ink,

I lose myself in worlds that others think.

Pages whisper secrets, stories untold,

In the quiet refuge, my heart takes hold.

From dusty classics to modern lore,

I seek adventure, wisdom, and more.

With each new tale, my mind takes flight,

In the boundless realm of black and white.

Through dogeared pages and faded text,

I find solace, solace in the text.

For in the written word, I am free,

To roam, to dream, to simply be.

So here I’ll stay, in this world of mine,

Where the magic of books will forever shine.

For in their embrace, I find my truth,

And eternal solace in the written sleuth.

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