In the caravan that lay intact despite the flood
A student wrestled to overcome his impulses
The rain started once more and it was time to dress
Torrents of water ran along the road
He tried to extract his life meaning
from the songs he liked and wanted to hear more
he strived to be more trustworthy
but urges and whims played an internal war
Teachers dressed up to be
their careers
exceptions were random
class silence rare
Students tried on every gown in the caravan
and slowly formed a mirror
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