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Apr 2016
Chalked up to experience
erasers pounding in a sea of dust
white marks on black thoughts
over and under the text book meanings
torn pages litter lost feelings
and no one cares what the teacher’s name is
as the bell rings and hallways fill
with empty stares and blank expressions
dialing forgotten combinations
of locker stashed dreams
Stephan
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Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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