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Rotting grin Eager and bony hands Hungry eyes You’re 6 when it first happens You still believe in Santa You’re at arts-‘n-crafts day camp
I’ve always worn sweaters in the summertime No matter if cloudy or skies full of shine Sweating down my back, I smiled like I knew it Was cool. Walking alleys, crossing streets, Neutral, just to get through it.
13 years have passed. To the day I walked into class.