Glancing toward an old book,
I tell myself to ignore it,
But end up holding it
In my hands the next second.
A flurry of cards
Fly out of the book
As I shiver in fear.
I close my eyes,
Though the second I open my eyes
All the cards
Are gone.

Glancing toward an old book,
I tell myself to ignore it,
But end up holding it
In my hands the next second.
A flurry of cards
Fly out of the book
As I shiver in fear.
I close my eyes,
Though the second I open my eyes
All the cards
Are gone.
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