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Feb 2014
Trees are dead like
The sky is blue
And students are desks.
The metallic tap-tap-tap
Rapidly eats at time --
Why am I learning?
The perfect circle doesn't exist.
Neither do I.
Orlando, we are forms.
What if the world melted?
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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