On a Tuesday Drama Class
They met at a place they all knew,
And talked about life.
A place airtight that enclosed no judgement
nor hatred or strife
And they opened their mouths in solace.
They met at a place they all knew,
And freed their passion.
A place where no window or door
kept in accordance the fashion
in which they expressed it.
They met in a place they all knew,
And just listened.
A place where all comments and views
could all glisten
in the presence of acceptance.
They met in a place they all knew,
And shortly continued their track.
A place that they knew would,
In all of its workings,
Be waiting for them to come back.
ashleigh butcher
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