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Back in the Days
The scent that takes me back to my childhood
shows innocence still inside my soul
My face hidden inside my jacket hood
flaunting my innocence breaking the rules
My nose buried deep inside a book jacket
smelling the paper and ink, heavenly
until the slap of a ruler then sweat
dripping down my face, I glare sullenly
Leave me to my peaceful dreams, the worlds found
in the pages of novels and books,
places I visited, came back around
time and time again, made me feel a crook
stealing other's lives, flaunt reality
losing my sense of connectivity.
© 2008 Mysty Johnson
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