Poetry Blog by Connor Lannes (Highschool)
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The Somewhere: Bricks and Cement
Fuck.
Shit.
God Damnit.
Why can't you just look and see me?
Well.
I know you can.
Kinda Sorta.
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.
The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.
Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
Someone.
She was new in school, I think.
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Pretty outgoing....
Thursday 19th October 2017 4:16 am
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