World of my Own

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Sunlight streams

Through open windows

Forcing shadows

To retreat

A million murmurs

Fill the room

Like buzzing bees

Cascading from hives

Fingers slide over whiteboards

While the wise old owl

Screeches in our ears

Vanilla body spray

Chokes the class

With its blanketing odour

While I sit

Alone

Trapped in a world

Of my own.

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