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OUR LAUGHTER SHIMMERS

 

TWISTING THROUGH THE EMPTY CLASSROOM

 

LEAVING SUN STREAKED TRAILS OF DUST AS IT RICOCHETS

 

BOUNCING OFF THE LIGHT_GRAY  FACES OF THE STONE COLD CROWD

 

WE WERE LIKE YOU ONCE

 

DEVOID OF OUR HUMANITY

 

NEVER BOTHERING TO CHECK IF THE RAIN HAD STOPPED

 

BECAUSE IT NEVER DID

 

A TORRENT OF TIRED STATISTICS

 

ALWAYS DROWNING YOU WITH INPUT

 

NEVER LEAVING ROOM FOR A STRAY THOUGHT

 

BUT NOW?

 

NOW WE ARE MAGENTA

 

BOLD AND BRILLIANT

 

NOT CONFORMING TO A SINGLE STEREOTYPE

 

AN ANTI-PIGEON, FLOATING AWAY FROM THE FLOCK

 

PROOF THAT EVEN IF YOU CAN’T COMPILE IN THE CLASS,

 

YOU CAN STILL RUN

 

AND WHO KNOWS?

 

MAYBE WE’LL EVEN

 

CHANGE YOUR VIEW COMPLETELY

 

 

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