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Mar 2013
I met her at the library

She was wandering the aisles

As usual

Browsing for a friend

It was her favourite place

But she was crying

Silently at first

She pulled out random books

Opened them and threw them

Increasingly violent

She emptied the shelves

screaming

She finally collapsed

In a pile of books

All empty
Patricia Drake
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Patricia Drake
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