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On the threshold of a new day The seconds seem to crawl To stall the aching sensations I tell  myself I will go out, to the bookshop The door sounds off and I enter Every bookstore has a scent The appeasing quietude stirs me This is an enabling atmosphere I synthesize the stimuli A crisp new printing Pearl, magenta, ruby red Bold, italic, plain and pretty I exit the enthralling world The street’s beat has shifted The cacophonies have subsided The shift is replete Rejuvenated and resplendent I return.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
Bookstore
On the threshold of a new day The seconds seem to crawl To stall the aching sensations I tell  myself I will go out, to the bookshop The door sounds off and I enter Every bookstore has a scent The appeasing quietude stirs me This is an enabling atmosphere I synthesize the stimuli A crisp new printing Pearl, magenta, ruby red Bold, italic, plain and pretty I exit the enthralling world The street’s beat has shifted The cacophonies have subsided The shift is replete Rejuvenated and resplendent I return.
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SaddalD
32/F/Egypt
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
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