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Chase Graham Feb 2014
Library pulsing with audible shrieking and terrible scent
tattered books slid from his back shelf
a years will of sociable training
flushed
and swirling, as he,
loneliest and surrounded by
himself, visualized purpose,
innermost being. And he
slouched down within the plushness of a navy couch
and absorbed his moment,
and dreams tangible grew from his index.

— The End —