Dedication:
To the second hand bookshop in Epping, Sydney.
Empty.
Where do in find the words?
Is the smell still there?
If we where to gather all the memories of people who have lingered...
Could we recreate you? No.
But we can lament as one.
I remember reading, traveling, and seeing little notes.
Oh, let us adventure and benefit from the tales of others.
All that is left is the clock, telling the time we forgot.
In our hearts and in our shelves we will keep.
Just like the little treasures placed upon the wall.
For now is the time for us to share your story.
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