A Poet's Dying Breath
Friday, April 4, 2014
Some Friday night.
Sitting, covered in homework and projects,
In a room not my own,
No dancing to be done,
And everyone in the same place as me.
I chose this though,
Chose this above all else.
Perhaps this will be good for me.
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