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And just like that, three months have gone by,
And I didn’t think it would be this hard to say goodbye.
But there is not a day that doesn’t go by that I don’t think about you,
You.
You were a blank page
A compendium of blank pages,
Bound together and stained by the madness of life
To tell a story with rings of coffee and ink,
Or even ashes.
It's sloppy It's weird, but heart racing, this love is something to be feared.
Tongue dancing, romancing, entrancing.
Hello there teacher!
I am so sorry to tell you that your class is a mess!
Behind your back, OH NO could it be!
Wall twerking! Maybe…
Texting! Of corse…
Learning! NOOO!
Your class is a mess!
