Poem #20
Her hand moves swiftly across the paper.
The tip of the pencil touching it delicately.
How she wishes to be leaving.
Because of the plans she has later.
She kept a promise the night before.
In the morning, she might've break it.
No one will get to know anything more.
Because they know what her problem is.
-More to come...
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