Librarian
Her room, her office, elastic is
Expands and retracts
By the feelings
In red jacket, she sits; grey haired
Tangerine; Lonely
Idle sits between keyboard, monitor
Their backbiting betraying her secret
Hanging heart nods approvingly yes:
"Lonely loveless life"
Sunken deep is the librarian
In book died the bookworm
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