Late Nights

Close your eyes, take another breath

Don't let your mind make a war of this

Another assignment, another sip of water

Let the breath, go and open your eyes

Look around if needed, but focus

It's nothing really, only a few five months 

Summer will be back soon, don't worry

Pick up the pencil, look at the paper

Stretch your fingers if needed, stretch too

It's almost as if you're to run a mile

Alright

Problem number one of the twenty problems

This shouldn't be hard

This poem is about: 
My community

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