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My Senior

Pencil slipped behind his ear
I slip
falling faster- drown-
into pools of sparkling brown.
brown is mud.
brown is warm.
brown is
                                                                                                home
is his honking laugh.
The grin that splits his face in half-
one of them solemn
the other of glee
watching him.
watching me.

I walk by and see his eyes
they don't see- they burn right through
something I could never do
                                                                                                it's as if
I'm not here.         

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  • Twelve-and-Charlie
    October 22

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    I like your new style!
    It's sweet and romantic and sad.
    I love the last two lines.


  • Phoenix Shadow
    October 19

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    Love the rhythm
    You really are an awesome lil poet =)

    Much luv