marching through
We have papers to write
and the project is due
there is (more) work to be done
- and on top on all of this there's
someone elses last cigarette to smoke
men to see and then not see
cycling through, cycling through
because we all just want work to do
and to start being who we are, what
we do- like these university blues
will leave us, like we hope to leave them too.
I'm sure it's not the right form or verse, but it gives me the feeling that I think should be there. It's also not 500 words, so I'll post a picture- they're worth 1000.
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