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sometimes i wonder if i Learn anything -
sitting in the back of class with etchings n Sketchbooks,
looking through dimensions of a delicate World,
burning through the canvas with mechanical Pencils,,
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sulking like the king of sullen
souls without a Queen..
..weening off the Pawns,,
"calling all my Bishops...
...this is the Night."
hiding in the Brooks.
- Bookworm
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