a boy sits in front of me hunched over his desk. he is violently writing something on his test. he keeps erasing often, he must be unsure of himself. his glasses hook around the back of his ears, which seem to be a light shade of pink. he reaches back and scratches his neck, and it's evident he's nervous. he has a watch on, and he keeps looking at the time. he seems like he'd rather be anywhere but here. i wonder where he'd like to be most.
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voyeur
Poetrya collection of excerpts on people i meet. friends, family, the random boy on the subway. the girl walking through the hall.
