a math class poem
i sit in class, bored and eight rows back,
Scratch scratch scratching at my ear,
Where a tiny scab has coalesced in the soft curve there,
like a comma misplaced in an otherwise perfect sentence
Which causes you to pause
in your re-reading, and frown
And scratch scratch it out.
i sit in class, bored and eight rows back,
Scratch scratch scratching at my ear,
Where a tiny scab has coalesced in the soft curve there,
like a comma misplaced in an otherwise perfect sentence
Which causes you to pause
in your re-reading, and frown
And scratch scratch it out.
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As far as the smaller-than-a-breadbox thing, it is! And it also makes sense to put it there as my hometown since I spend holidays and vacations in RI and the rest of my time in Boston.
"Be careful what you wish,
for it just may come true-
in the form of a guy who manipulates your fantasy,
and turns your life blue".
amethyst
so whats the deal? do you still live around RI or are you far away, outta my reach?