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Sep 3
My eyes are pure sunlight,
Streaming through this window,

My body- merely dust,
Waltzing through our classroom,

My soul sleeps on this ruby floor,
Bathing in my midday glow,

Filling every imperfection,
every crack and crevice,

To blanket your eyes,
With my fiberglass fingers,
Until my ghost seems to shine.
Written by
James Mc Namee
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