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A collection of my poetry, usually written for the first time here. Love, confusion, and apologies are assembled here - all of those feelings that sometimes need to get out.

Monday, April 05, 2010

The Ruins of a Perfect Situation

I would like nothing more
than to knock upon your door,
I'd be silent, that's a perk,
as we do our stacks of homework.

The sounds of cool tunes
will fill the spaces of the room,
but I can't do that anymore,
you've put a lock upon the door.
Posted by FoShnazzle at 11:34 PM

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