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"I always figured, they're making fun of you, they're paying attn. to you." - Prof. Fiet
"Was that disrespectful to the table?" - Prof. Fiet, after jumping up onto it
the shadow soothes closed your once-bright eyes
words of wisdom skewed, no longer discernable
pearls shatter as glass beneath you
feet loathe to touch the ground
you will not fade
and so, you burn yourself away
ideas stolen by dreams
emotion taken by thought
I am left an empty vessel
a storm of hearts
exhumed from an actor's gestures
such fire scars even stars
threads of conversation lost
caught in sultry sun-laden air
and kept from reaching one abandoned
"Was that disrespectful to the table?" - Prof. Fiet, after jumping up onto it
the shadow soothes closed your once-bright eyes
words of wisdom skewed, no longer discernable
pearls shatter as glass beneath you
feet loathe to touch the ground
you will not fade
and so, you burn yourself away
ideas stolen by dreams
emotion taken by thought
I am left an empty vessel
a storm of hearts
exhumed from an actor's gestures
such fire scars even stars
threads of conversation lost
caught in sultry sun-laden air
and kept from reaching one abandoned