In the library
I can hear
Whispering of the books
Rustling of the leaves
Hushed mumbling of kids.
The sounds of the silence are deafening.
When the library's empty
All the words come to life
Books open
Millions of words are released
Talking and chatting for hours
Then slowly but surely
They begin to return
To their shelves
And wait patiently
Always waiting...
Waiting...
Until the library's empty.
Why does everyone copy and paste off the internet?
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