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[aquagiraffe]

It's lame old poetry time!

Grinning, or smirking rather,
I look at my reflection on your side of the train

Glasses slanting and black hair in a wiry mess

Is there a way to see a stranger again?
If I were in the corner of the room, looking at this situation

Comments

[woahshesadork]

off topic: how's school? I was wondering how everything was working out for you today randomly.