It's tinted and claimed forbidden,
Hidden by a book shelf in the backroom.
Neither lost or ever really forgotten,
Just hidden behind a bookshelf;
In the back room.
Years spent constructing the vault,
Camouflaged and concealed forever.
Visited frequently when completely alone,
As to not give away the direct location,
Marvelously hidden behind a shelf of books.
In the back room,
Lit dully with not a single window;
A plethora of information hidden.
Only for one to know the truth,
Of what lies behind the shelf of books.
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