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Feb 2021
A faint ding
This is so quaint
As I walk in the bookstore
A summery day

The faint sounds
Shuffle, hush hush
As I look around the bookstore
An afternoon - unrushed

A faint love
My fingers brush along the shelves
As I find a book in the bookstore
This day, just for myself.
nicetomeetyou
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nicetomeetyou  13/F
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