stacks o'grading,
unmoved and waiting,
begging for eyes and A pluses,
but few give so much as
that.
unmoved and waiting,
begging for eyes and A pluses,
but few give so much as
that.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
did you think of me i asked morning to night ! i will float on those words for days nothing else is getting in
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