The hustle and bustle...
The sea of arms and legs,
The dots of eyes that surround me.
The hustle and bustle after the continuous ringing.
The loud chatter,
The loude stomps,
The odd awkward hand here and there.
The loud clank as the gates are unlocked.
Freedom.
Freedom for every Mcaulian.
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Poems
PoetryPoems about realistic stuff, love, hate, hurt etc. Haha this is my first time at this I guess, enjoy c:
