On Name Calling

The handmade pillow feels so soft
As your mind slowly drifts away
But only to be returned again
By the loud voice of the teacher

Author: amandwrites

The ordinary, expressed in poetry and in stories, is supposed to be special. View all posts by amandwrites

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