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Poems I wrote in class Sugar crystalizes on an iris and slowly moves to the outer core it transfixes on your eyelids and rolls down under your door And like a bottle tossed in Winter Out the rear of a boxcar window with words written in foreighn writings That i just couldn't understand But like a whisper during bed time you held out your breath Exhaling like it was wine You muttered stories while i slept Stories far from meaning That i just couldn't understand :A sailer rode a ship one day He found a little girl crying He said wipe those tears out from your eyes I'll be right here for you.... Yes I'll be right here for you
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