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my senior year


Creative is the word that is soft in sound

though it's meaning comes around 

as i sit here lying in wait of more 

faint traces for of a forgotten summer 

leave of the cold door 

and now i see the time is near

good bye, farewell highschool 

my senior year. 

           ~Trashun Harrison~                                    `

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