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Eliza Nov 2018
The sacred place that built me up
watched in silence as I disintegrated into pieces.
And in the end,
it closed its doors to a crumbling statue.
Eliza Nov 2018
Tap Tap Tap...
      a frown from the left and she is hiding her hand wrapped around an amber pen.
Thump Thump Thump...
     an irritated librarian leans lower on her desk and glowers, ensuring her feet become tucked tightly together.
Sad sigh...
     and now she is murmuring to herself. The boy with the band tee, blazing, and burning the world did not show.

— The End —