Vandalism Dream
I sit in a desk
scrawled with black pen,
of words smudged and long forgotten.
Curses and doodles and dreams
are blurred across beige wood.
Worn seat with screws loose,
squeak as I recline. And write
over the curses and doodles and dreams
of the cursers and doodlers and dreamers
that sat before me.
This poem is about:
Me
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