Pages are running out
Drawing near hurriedly
Intentionally leaving behind
Only a few mouthfuls
Of breathing words
Supposedly "The End"
Is expected
To show its splendor
With nothing but dimmed lights
To finally walk into the dark
But today simply is
Not that day of tears
As running away was never
A plan for words to take
Today, honesty is their virtue
In telling more stories
For the second book to bring
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