Poems from Cinema_Los3r

Yellow sweater, pink hair. Rose colored thermos, with A/C air.  
Revolution Odd Yearning Greatness Bored Independent Valient 
Picture day. For the yearbook, that you don't even get until the next year.  A turtleneck. Well, a mock neck. It feels like I'll have a...
Hey dude, you again. You were #3. I saw you this morning by yourself, so I was certain to flee. Your date. I saw her in the hallway this...
Oh no. That time of year. The dresses, and hot messes, its space-themed this year.  The team will lose, they always do. The DJ might be 82...

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