He saw school through the rose
all emotions summed up in a season
an everlasting puberty
coming together like an overestimating flower
A dream you put in a trophy cabinet
to polish on cloudy days
to invoke a past supposition
plugged into your high voltage envy
He saw school through the rose
Morning was a state of mind
hormones told him to obssess
Afternoon was a liquid heart
A long humid dusky desire
Unattainable flavor
Not privilege nor wallet could afford
Patience may have granted a whiff
warm teenage existence that I once lived
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