POEM: The Reader

I tore up your world, remaking
it in a style that was my own.

I wiped the crown from your King’s head,
and painted myself on the throne.

Your cast kept me good company
when I felt like being alone.

Your story became the sum of
my knowledge, both known and unknown.

For these sins and so many more,
I refuse to ever atone.

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