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Aug 2015
Flipped feet hit the muddied dirt of construction ground
Where houses stood and buildings prospered
Reclaimed by the School maw mouth across the way
Forcing itself to be bigger better more unique
To attract far away student
Local busy bodies and those who think themselves better
Than the strange mundane madness that is the individual
Last semester the big silence before the final drop of adulthood
Like drowning in air too thick with newness
Fresh blood and change
Suddenly I feel old.
Emily Jones
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Emily Jones  25/Cis/NORTH LITTLE ROCK AR
(25/Cis/NORTH LITTLE ROCK AR)   
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