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Goes the bell flashing in the skittering crowd.
Surrounded by a ghost town, abandoned and forgetful.
Lined paper flutters through the hallway.
Empty cinder-block walls tower over the laminate,
Windowless cubbies cling onto their half-working outlets.
Irritation pulses in a scurry from jaw to wrist and ankle.
Aimlessly meandering through the tallied ceiling tiles,
Tired eyes weigh heavily on a dirtyy blackboard.
As empty seats are filled.
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Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
Goes the bell flashing in the skittering crowd.
Surrounded by a ghost town, abandoned and forgetful.
Lined paper flutters through the hallway.
Empty cinder-block walls tower over the laminate,
Windowless cubbies cling onto their half-working outlets.
Irritation pulses in a scurry from jaw to wrist and ankle.
Aimlessly meandering through the tallied ceiling tiles,
Tired eyes weigh heavily on a dirtyy blackboard.
As empty seats are filled.
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