Retail Requiem

It’s just a store that came and thrived and died,
arising from a shop to catalogue
and brick-and-mortar, so identified
when business grows surmounting underdog
to eminence. It pleased. It satisfied
for years. I think it even had a blog.
It’s just a store. Some others have surpassed it.
But still, I never dreamed I would outlast it.

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