And the class was silent,
As Mr. Rodis' life entered through my mouth
And exited prematurely through the back of my cranium
And there is a hole left there.
Where words enter, but never leave.
And my hands are ripping at the seams
I'm sorry.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
And the class was silent,
As Mr. Rodis' life entered through my mouth
And exited prematurely through the back of my cranium
And there is a hole left there.
Where words enter, but never leave.
And my hands are ripping at the seams
I'm sorry.
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