When I was younger and all my peers were out drinking and smoking,
Excluding self from their circle of friendship
Because I thought I was too cool to just hang around,
I found a goldmine;
A place nobody knew of.
I met the spirits of the dead
The spirits of the fighters who lived nameless
But died, buried in decades and centuries of admiration.
I found this place by the park
This place, a sanctity where God commanded me to go
Without my knowing.
A place where the body is extinguished by the flame of imagination
And you float in stories, tales and predictions.
This place was my local library.
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