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A story unwinds at your fingertips,
Pages unfold elegiac expressions,
The words flow from your lips,
And tell of the deepest depressions.
A story unwinds at your fingertips,
Pages unfold passionate phrases,
Of a crimson rose and dancing hips,
And you find yourself in fanatical love mazes.
A story unwinds at your fingertips,
Pages unfold atrocious actions,
You swear you hear blood that drips,
But, really, you are deceived your own creations.
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