Cathartic Candytuft
Like an effigy specter,
I wander the somber halls quietly.
A stark contrast to the faceless fervent juveniles,
whose presence smothers me violently.
My cathartic candytuft bloom,
has only been shown through the books so chilling.
The perceptive mask-donning teachers,
I've known their ignorance to be willing.
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