September 21

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September 21
Love began for me
In those hollow halls.
All day I thought about only him, Streching my thoughts farther, and Farther.

Cramming history notes into my bookbag As the bell rang, rushing out
Just to see him.

Where is he?
In the loud hallways
Lockers slam shut.
People push you out of their way
Just to get by.

Then, there he is,
Scanning the hallway,
Looking for me.





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