How tired I am of this unbearable distance between us.
How I long for the toll of the recess bell.
Have you forgotten me, grown mindless of me?
Tell me I am not writing into an abyss,
Or that is what will become of my heart.
*expletive* beautiful poem!
Indigo Love of Reading Fund
**Reading inspires kids. :)
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