The semester begins:
Heat soaked evening bleeding night
On the floor of a hometown aquaintence
What felt like a lifetime of unstable thoughts, just to get up
No time or substance to break the fast
Speak in front of class
Hope to God the conversations genuine
Even if it doesn't last
Teacher tries to cover her tatoos
She's kind enough to never get confused
Now is the time to be present
Sitting, listening, asking
Do miracles still happen?
Will i ever find a place to live?
-Nick Maurer
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