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Gymnasium
You'll find me
on the floor
waiting on the
waxed marks
That we slip on
coming in last
on the bus and we get
how we get off
and get lost ourselves
we laugh our heads off.
Running and screaming
to the beat of Nostalgia
The endorphins it takes
will use all the
energy
up.
And now it's just us.
An empty phone call.
I smashed the window
I ate myself up.
on the floor
waiting on the
waxed marks
That we slip on
coming in last
on the bus and we get
how we get off
and get lost ourselves
we laugh our heads off.
Running and screaming
to the beat of Nostalgia
The endorphins it takes
will use all the
energy
up.
And now it's just us.
An empty phone call.
I smashed the window
I ate myself up.
Published 21st May 2023
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