Glass - AARON CHENG '28
6 days ago
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Sit still. Why
are you so restless, cutting
class again? Do you always need something
to do, somewhere something
to be? The air is pale and rhythmless here:
where you drift through the halls,
playing mindlessly with a silver charm necklace,
kneading your luck between your fingers;
where you press your nose against
classroom windows, looking in like looking out
of a train car, breathing wisps of clouds lingering
on glass cool and hard as glass
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