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Author of 7 Stories |
they make the world
out to be something black and
hard
like their hearts
but its not
it can be
but
it's usually
grey and semisoft
why sir must you ruin
my mood with
your woes and
troubles
it's not that bad
really
you can still walk
and talk
and complain
can't you
the sky above
you is still blue and the
grass is greener than
emerald
a bird
trills and the flowers bend
and wave in
the breeze
september first
for seven years this was
the start of term
back to work
drudgery
and the place i loved so much
like her
and now its gone
like her