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Aug 2014
That guy who sketches in class.
Creating the images in his mind.
He sits silently, just out of notice.
But I see him.

His eyes are heavy but serene.
Their blue clarity
That sees something I can't see.

Oh, they do so much to me.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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     WickedHope, --- and Aquinas
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