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open textbooks like broken promises, pages creased and corners frayed, sticky notes smudged; my eyes blur over the words the words in black and white and blue; my fingers in blue spots and red tint fumble with the edges of the paper, cold and clumsy - it's hard to stay awake.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
quiet evenings
open textbooks like broken promises, pages creased and corners frayed, sticky notes smudged; my eyes blur over the words the words in black and white and blue; my fingers in blue spots and red tint fumble with the edges of the paper, cold and clumsy - it's hard to stay awake.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
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