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Lonely Library
The library belongs
to the shadows now.
They drape thick and sticky
as cobwebs on the corners
of the shelves,
dancing through the empty
aisles hand in slick black hand,
dripping down the walls
in pools of molten ink.
The books dream dry, dead dreams,
wedged in their wooden tombs,
while memories ferment with sour dust,
and the tattered ghosts of laughter
decay in the dark.
The iron chains of silence
hang as heavy as the weight
of slowly withering words.
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