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You made fun of My reading

But that was my friendship

That was My world

Not one but a bunch

I gave it no rest

But submerged in the pages

Where everything in them

Had no perfect self


They were my world

To learn and to cope

From the outside storm

Where I couldn't belong 

And had no tribe of My own

To form those bonds

they require for growth


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