Class today was too composed.
The stars were where they’ve always been,
no one laughing at the moon
or its fall, a tail of light.
Why is that, do you suppose?
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Class today was too composed.
The stars were where they’ve always been,
no one laughing at the moon
or its fall, a tail of light.
Why is that, do you suppose?
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