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a poem from high school |
| It’s 2 p.m. – I try to think about something to write and nothing comes to me… Maybe – I could write about the walk I took with Tracey all around Washington D.C. And how the wind whipped his coat against me all the way down Pennsylvania Ave. Or – I could write about going ice skating for the first time with Shawn and how we both looked like awkward baby birds learning to fly for the first time. Or – I could write about how L O N E L Y I feel when I get home from school and no one is home to ask how my day went. |