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The Bookstore

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A place that no one knows

but me.

a never ending floor of possibilities

where you can ride a dragon

concoct a potion

become a pirate

or learn to fly.

 

Paperback books stacked on shelves,

an old man

a lover of books

of adventure

of dreams.

 

A place on the second floor

of an art studio

a forgotten love

that I call my own.

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LouisaJo Just wrote this a while ago. Thought I'd post it..
updated Dec 20 '11 by LouisaJo

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