NaPoWriMo: Day 13

With elbows on desks,

we leaned forward

into your words.

Poetry, mystery, history~

we fell into stories,

sometimes so poignant

they made you cry.

I carry them with me.e25c339dd643efb592f43655451444341587343

They are permanent

like the scars on my knees.

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