Nat S Ford (natf) wrote,
Nat S Ford
natf

Literate

Her hand intertwines
With golden hair
Her face hid by a
Book;

Her face is void
Of all emotion _
The engrossed reader's
Look.

She sits in corners,
Leans on walls.
She sits back in her
Chair;

She reads of truths
In untrue worlds
And, for a while, she's
There.
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