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.