this is one of my favorites. i dunno why
boredom is a time filled glass
i singular object i will hate
like a child yearning for the end of class
just forced to sit. and stare. and wait.
this is another small poem
radiant beauty, over cast
a curvey tunnel rittled with past
these emotions are more then what they may seem
one moment with you is my ultimate dream.
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