The silence is broken,
Only one word has been spoken.
Ssshhh!
The cough, the sneeze, thud and laughter titter,
Is treated here like dropping litter,
The smell of polished wood, leather top tables and dusty air make me sneeze,
If I dare.
Do I dislike being here?
On the contrary, I'm surrounded by my friends, the books,
I'm in my world, in the library.
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