March 22, 2014
New earrings feel like bee stings
Leaves stick to my feet
I still want to be someone

Coffee cup stained with red lips
Cigarettes burn soft
His coffee is black as night

Sad faced soldiers, such a clash
from the dresses that
we shop for now, but not buy.

The sweat dripped off foreheads
Bent over notebooks
School lets out at three-oh-three

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