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Dec 2013
winter slippers
and heavy sweaters
there's a cupcake with
white frosting in front of me
a calculator stands by
my textbook's open, generous.
I've attempted cursive
again, glad i can
still work it because
even though its been years
since i did it last
its good to know that some things don't change
in a time where  everyone seems to.
when nights come faster
than i  can blink
i crave to call his number
just to fill this loneliness while
we tackle and **** your boredom
i crave his words
written or spoken.
he has a killer smile.
Written by
KKM  Toronto.
   r, Jim Musics and spacedrunk
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