Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Hate Poem

You’re in my language class
And you are full of sass
Your face looks like the moon
And you’re just a goon

Your eye is beyond repair
And I can’t help but stare
And as this poem comes to an end
I hope you know that you’re my friend

Full moon in the darkness of the night sky. It is patterned with a mix of light-tone regions and darker, irregular blotches, and scattered with varying sizes of impact craters, circles surrounded by out-thrown rays of bright ejecta.

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