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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