Sharp #2 pencils
click against
the faux wood desks.
The air is thick with
stress & fear.
Four hours to pour
four years of education
onto a scantron.
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Workin' all day,
hurtin' all night,
just to get paid,
just to have a life.
Free food is cool
and so is ice.
Don't be a fool:
pumpkin spice!
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The leaves shimmer
in the cool fall air,
as life seems to piece
itself together.
Adulthood and childhood
converge,
in a bittersweet hug,
atop a grassy hill.
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Acrilic paint filling the
air,
drying on cold hands:
Lovely chaos
Turns beauty.
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