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Apr 2017
The soft rustle of pages consume me,
all that I can hear,
small sharps whispers,
passed along from ear to ear.

Then silence,
eerie and quiet,
Shelves collecting dust and must,
causing not one riot.

no one can disturb me here,
now and forever more,
my quiet little sanctuary,
the place that I adore.
Grace
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Grace  F/like I'd tell you!
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