Away I fly,
out of my plastic chair
of torture.
And to you,
sitting
in the same situation.
Come,
come with me,
from the ordinary.
Away from the fences,
and long lectures.
And the lack of character.
Soar with me to the oasis,
of imagenation,
and magic.
And thre
we will express,
ourselves,
without judgement.
Author notes
I wrote this during math class. 
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