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We are like cans of soupcollecting dust in a discarded martonce, when the day was sharpour pencils pushed the poembeyond a feeble flight of emotioninto the grand promise of new suns
The man called "duo improv on stage and duet act in the wings"
And I thought my heart had grew wings,
Just to fly straight up out of my chest
And to flutter around the velvet curtains and glimmering table.
My P.E. Class was great, and do you know why?
I never had to dress out because my teacher was bi!
She read sex books all day, and let us play on our phones,
