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bathroom pass

 

can’t stand it anymore 

this desk the way you talk

 

can’t hold on you know 

need to run my fingers 

 

along the wall 

clicking against the grout 

 

give me the pass

need it fast 

 

the only escape 

I can make

 

the bathroom pass 

hallway stairs 

 

where my friend’s 

waiting 

 

he’s on the stairs 

where we prepare 

 

the chemistry 

experiment 

 

out there

on the third floor stairs 

 

where the dean 

runs out of breath

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