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An argument over nothing, left vomiting on this humble pie, why stretch the limbs till they hurt ? the teacher sets out her books not just to read, she sets them out to show the promise of discovery, so I sit in the quietness of empty promises, wondering if I might even summon tears, what goes up must inevitably come down, this I remember through the furrows of my frown.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
It was nothing
An argument over nothing, left vomiting on this humble pie, why stretch the limbs till they hurt ? the teacher sets out her books not just to read, she sets them out to show the promise of discovery, so I sit in the quietness of empty promises, wondering if I might even summon tears, what goes up must inevitably come down, this I remember through the furrows of my frown.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
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