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Sep 2019
I never felt at ease when I came to visit,
your bad omens were overwhelming.
That piece of corporate art at the entrance
distracted from every student's rising debt.
Your kitschy campus franchises kept us busy
while we paid to sit idly in class, no education to be seen.
Well it shall not stand.
We bankroll you, so rot when all is lost again.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
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