Little Sky

Sitting cross legged on a mildew scented couch left in an abandoned bookstore
I felt inactive home and heard dulcet tones ring softly.
In the corner broken porcelain protected the leaked rain drops from a ravenous fiend.

But there was no saving the sexy novels, nor the encyclopedia volumes A through Li, from a slow removal.

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