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Kipperoni
Mar 25, 2019
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Updated: Jun 30, 2019

Gentle rumbling across the room.

Girls' giggles continue to bloom.

The pencil on the desk.

Constant turning of pages.

Too many math phrases.

A number here, a number there.

Phones in sight with little care.

Example three.

Flip the numbers alternatively.

Make sure it's done successfully.

Notes are centered.

But the problems not mentored.

It couldn't be anymore visible.

His number in my head.

But like a zombie, I am dead.

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