The sponge needs my shoes.
My wet shoes on the white linen
A pen mark.
I can hold my dream in my chest
It's been two days,
I love him too.
The crack on my cellphone has gotten longer.
Why does my smelly feet with the music from my radio break bad?
I take the news and these thoughts from the voices dramatically,
Enough is enough to come up with decisions.
The music gets so loud in my chest I can't break the air to hold myself of these people; I want to stay in school.
The people are always around.
They're around like my shoe.
It's all I want to say: I'm music outplayed.
By: Brandy Ruiz
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