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Sep 2010
This place smells stale,
actually it smells like horrible.
Who am I trying to kid?
Ding- goes the elevator,
here come more people.
All forced here.
No where to go.
Crowded.
Uncomfortable.
Eerie silence.
Stiff chairs
Ding-goes the elevator,
here comes more people.
Lights flicker,
No air circulation.
Cold cement walls.
Stuck.
Ding-goes the elevator,
here comes more people.
Focus.
Distracted.
Annoyed.
Leaving.
Goodbye library.
Written by
Erin Haas
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