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May 2021
Your figure comes into focus with confidence.
The teacher passes pencils and I unglue.
I hadn’t know the terrain
But I had scaled you.
The bell pings.
Scratching pencils playing flames.
We can share tales uneasy to tell
As shadows dance in merry games.
The fourth question is a rest.
You introduce yourself in honey voice
but I’ve known you.
The bell pings again.
BSween
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