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The old library
Walking in the old library,
my fingers tracing books untouched for ears,
suddenly the benches of the library called my name,
the books laughed hysterically at the memories of love lost lifetimes ago,
I heard a...
my fingers tracing books untouched for ears,
suddenly the benches of the library called my name,
the books laughed hysterically at the memories of love lost lifetimes ago,
I heard a...
