One lonely book
trying to find its place on the shelf
it sat with the comedies, red with laughter
but it did not laugh
it sat with the actions, black with suspense
but it did not sit on edge
it sat with the non-fictions, gray and bleak
but it was bored
finally it sat alone on an empty shelf
and it was content
thinking its own thoughts
feeling its own feelings


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