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Oct 2012
my keys clang and jingle like a bag of loose change
when i walk the hallways,
strangely loud, especially when i sit in a
quiet chair in a quiet classroom filled with quiet people,
it's musical
when class is dismissed
i like to fall asleep in my car with the drivers seat fully reclined,
people walk past, i think they smile,
i would too
ty
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ty  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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