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She looks at the room in front of her Students stare back Neatly arranged in rows The projector faces her but She can't help but project on the students facing her What they would look like in fear Faces ****** and scarred The horror of a shooter The pain of what's lost The projector faces her but She can't help but project on these neatly arranged desks What they would look like empty.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
The Projector
She looks at the room in front of her Students stare back Neatly arranged in rows The projector faces her but She can't help but project on the students facing her What they would look like in fear Faces ****** and scarred The horror of a shooter The pain of what's lost The projector faces her but She can't help but project on these neatly arranged desks What they would look like empty.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
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