I think I found my mind.
It's a collection of oddities.
That strange book shop on the
Street corner;
Where the temperature is irregular
And you never know what kind of book you'll find.
The back is covered in dust
Where no one usually wanders
Besides the occasional patron
Who makes it past the barricade
Of neater shelves.
On the walls you'll find
Intriguing art
Things you think you may have seen before
They were taken and stored as a makeshift wallpaper
For this odd little shop
That most will see,
But less will remeber
And few will enter,
But none will truly know
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Omg what another author's note?!?!? Yeah these might become a regular thing who knows? I really like this one though, so... maybe leave a comment? Feedback is always nice
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Poetry
PoetryUm... some poetry. And a warning: I'm new at this, so it may not be any good. Or maybe it will. I don't know.
