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Sanctuary

August 30, 2013
By Anonymous

My fingers flit across
the bindings
each title
texture
bring me back to a distant
memory.

Some jovial
Some bittersweet.
Greeting me with
Diverse jokes
And lifestyles
People
And places.

Stretching the vastness
Of the universe
The confines
Of a room.
The hardships of war,
of strife,
The pangs of love.

Each unique in its own way.

Each story showing
You
The unexplored,
A forbidden
Romance,
A new world.

So as I walk
Across the library,
My falling
Footsteps, reverberating against
The high celling,
The books welcome me back
To a place
Not forgotten.

Alike in one way,
A means of escape.



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