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Jul 2012
it was raining
that day after
class
seventh grade

and I,
socially akward
braces
gangly
quiet

abandoned my thick
black glasses,
tossed away
refrain

and

danced in it.

"get out of there."
this came from
my gym teacher
on duty
afterschool.

dripping wet,
I kicked a puddle
his way
in response.
Written by
Adeline Streets
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