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Apr 2021
Sideline standing
I can see
Ink crashing down
So gracefully

Line after line
Letters arise
Melding into words
Without compromise

Oh my god
When will he stop?
He keeps writing
He won't stop writing

*******
HE WON'T STOP
THIS IS INSANE
JESUS ****

He's almost at the end of the page
Wow
What happens when he reaches the end?
I should've brought popcorn

Wait

What is he doing?
Oh I see

He's letting me climb onto his pen!
Front row seats!

Wait, where is he going?
The window?
No don't put me outside please
nonono

NO



windowsill standing
i can see
sun setting down
so dreadfully

where can i go
where i can be free
when all the other houses
would've killed me
Ryan
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Ryan  22/M/Boston
(22/M/Boston)   
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