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Found Poetry 945


the old school torn down
like my feelings when I saw it
or rather didn't see it

     ripped up

remembering Spanish class
field trips and mathematics
the organic friendships

I drive by when I visit
it feels like an alien planet
or as if it never was

I page through the yearbooks
to feel the breeze of those days

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