In class I hear kids
whispers here and there
sounds like rustling pages
the teacher drones
in a nasally nature
like a fly’s beating wings
two students listen
while most sleep
I imagine running away
finding an island
living on my own
with nothing around
but a coconut tree
And at the edge of my eye
through the window
transparent like a portal
I see a train floating in the sky
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
In class I hear kids
whispers here and there
sounds like rustling pages
the teacher drones
in a nasally nature
like a fly’s beating wings
two students listen
while most sleep
I imagine running away
finding an island
living on my own
with nothing around
but a coconut tree
And at the edge of my eye
through the window
transparent like a portal
I see a train floating in the sky
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