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Poetry

Poems from my mind, which is out there scattered in the galaxy. This book will tend to be off, but that's ok.

Skeleton

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by screw-up

by screw-up

When I was younger,
I wanted to be a science teacher

I wanted a lot of things
If we're being real

I wanted to be thin
I wanted to be noticed

I wanted to be a bone
And feather light

I wanted to be with people
I wanted to be pale

The closest I got to my dreams
Was being the skeleton in a science class