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Jul 2013
~
again i trade my sleep

for words

that wake my spirit

and make me soar

but never keep

my eyes

opened in class

~
"Sorry, Sir - I'm just tired... i was up late last night" (yawn)
"And what was it you were doing last night?" he will reply
"... writing... poetry..?" with a smug and hopeful grin
"Hmmm..." ~ the flatline face will say it all.
echo
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