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 



he’s on the stairs 

where we prepare 


the chemistry 



out there

on the third floor stairs 


where the dean 

runs out of breath

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