Get Out Your Pencils

November 7, 2017

Testing

One two

She is quiet

Aerated by little white pills

We all need to make it

One last leg

A+ B+ C+

We’ll find our way

Blessed by scholars

Do you hear her now

Scratch

She bubbles in her way there

They want her

You’ll see

This is only a test

No,

this is a promise

Little head perched on textbook

She is so tired

They will want her

Or this is all for nothing

Was it…

all for nothing?

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