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Superficial comradery

Your idiocy, a fake

Putting words into feeling

A sacrificial lamb

For love

Every scent a reminder of

The blinding light

And torn jeans

And feeling that

Our laughter rings out

A message to heaven

Of wasted time

And every touch a new lesson

Of how to deal

When it all goes

All future loved ones

The death of us

All ending in a short sweet day

And wondering

If it could get better than this

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrote this at RPS about some kids in my class

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