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Dec 2011
Here's to last night
and all the nights to come,
when we stay up
laughing through the fear.

The fear of final exams,
of essays and projects
hovering above us
like a cloud ready to pour.

Here's to making memories
at a table in the library,
caffeine in our veins,
all to get those grades.

But we all know what
really happens those nights,
when our studying could
be done in an hour.

But we mix it all up
with time wasting activities,
our giddy faces
magnified in each other's eyes.

Here's to the nights
when we don't really study,
because that's what we'll remember
when it's all said and done.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011
a kind of nostalgia
Written by
a kind of nostalgia
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