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Chapter by chapter.
Scene by scene
Page by page.
Paragraph by paragraph.
Line by line.
Word by word.
***
I feel the paper between my fingertips,
The scent warming my soul,
The colorful dust jacket painting a picture.
***
I can’t help but get pulled in.
The created has cast its net over,
Trapping me inside willingly.
About the Creator
Amethyst Champagne
Welcome, and thank you so much for being here!
I create fiction, poetry, and more. So, let's explore the realm of creative writing together!
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