There are
corners for
open secrets
as in
a dream
Adolescence
cast
in long
brutal
shadows
by a waning
midday
light
Scents
of bound
whispers
echoing
through
the stacks
The promise
of fantasy
in reality
amid the
fading
week's
end
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
There are
corners for
open secrets
as in
a dream
Adolescence
cast
in long
brutal
shadows
by a waning
midday
light
Scents
of bound
whispers
echoing
through
the stacks
The promise
of fantasy
in reality
amid the
fading
week's
end
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