In lectures and lessons,
She's on the brink of
Falling asleep.
Mondays are the worst,
The teacher has a weird
Speach that makes her sleepy.
But no matter how tired,
Exhausted even she is,
She goes to bed,
Very late,
Knowing she'll
still wake up
Way to early
For anything.
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Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
