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wrote this at school. forgive the grammer and spelling.
Submitted:May 26, 2009 Reads: 69 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Little thoughts of demons own,
I wonder aimlessly to be free of you,
Little thoughts that seem in mind,
You conjour up a world unknown,
Little thoughts of devils' play,
Come to stay a little while?
I come to stay to you that the day is done,
But you who of great energy must play,
For your little thoughts get stuck in my head.
-school time boredom-
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