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(Poem) Make The Grade

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I ache for words long forgotten
a pain made of pleasant memories
My mind bends time and I find I'm behind the line
ready to cross it again to be in your moment
A place where you exist beside me, where hopes and dreams could still become truth

Then the truth is real, hopes and dreams false
No chance to fill in the blank, not even multiple choice,
an essay far out of reach

If only I could have passed.

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