The sleepy eyes
Almost fall off to the bottom
Our space have becomes bigger
The distance of Milky Way
She stands the way too far
The presenter voice
Sounds like a musical choir
Singing of birds
Lend me a good reasons to fly away;
Far from this managing, unmanageable class
Distracted, my focus buried
Deep down in earth
While the brain stops functioning
My fingers linger around the pen
Catch some mere words
Building my own wall
This tense class is what I write
C 3 point something
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