Fffalling tripping drooping letmejust
finish one last sentence that’lljust
make sense cuz I tucked rightintobed
Wednesday right orwasthat Monday night
maybe it was morning but there’sstill
no time like the present soI’llclose
my eyes, I’m fine, one quicksecondand
What Shakespeare meant by his first line I do
Not know if culture’s independent of
My grades which are not slipping as fast as
My hands right off my keyboard staring at
A bright blank Word screen make it less than one
Full page the timer beeps it’s time for break
ing up my lines deadlines long passed I think
It must not matter if the rhythm sleeps
Threee days more ‘till bed
Twoo more hours of sitting
One more question will the haze stop because
Fffalling makesense drooping letmejust
More bed it’s more ssssitting
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