the library
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my first memory of it:
the tall shelves stocked with
rows
upon rows
upon rows of
books, their hides worn and
faces creased, a result of wear and tear
there were multicoloured seats
(i only sat on the green ones)
and that cart of unarranged books.
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i cannot recall how i came to love reading
but i was quickly
deeply enamoured by the
dystopian and utopian universes
that brought me places i never knew existed
the library is magical, within the four walls
i discovered portals
i understood why the scent of books
was coined after the blood of the gods
there is a sort of stimulating potency to it.
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not just for the love of books, i could go
to the library just to sit and do homework
to that oasis of tranquility that i need
just so i can hear myself think.