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I saw her,
Across the hall in all black,
Looking at her plain grey locker,
Her headphones hug her ears,
As if she locked her emotions away,
She pulls out a cigar paying no regard to those around,
The others call her a slut,
But i call her a mis understood Queen.
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Love's Canvas
PoetryA poetic journey between two students. Kate and Dillon. As they go through the rest of their high school lives together. Love Guilt Regret We may feel love but its never there only our foolish, Sexual desiers. Mature sexual depictions.
