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Oct 2017
you looked down at your feet
the veins there
pulsated and scurried
to another place; away

you looked up and saw a face belonging to a girl named maude
you could tell by the mouth

you looked back down
this time at your hand
where you found
one (or two or three)
blunt(s) object(s)
and you threw it/them at the mirror
so you no longer had to see maude

you walked out, into the foyer
and you were throwing a party

you walked out, into the boiler room
and you were throwing a party

you walked out, into the bathroom
and you were throwing a party

everywhere there were parties
and everyone's mouths were opening and closing
and you were trying to hear what they were saying
but only distorted and muffled noise was being produced

the heron croaked three times
you didn't know what time it was

the heron croaked thrice
and what time was it

the heron croaked three
then you had to answer one question:

what time is it?
Written by
Henry Koskoff  16/M
(16/M)   
  451
   John Hansen
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