They won’t look good no matter what you do
school skirts
Even when you roll them up at the waist
or take them in it makes no difference
Always that same mouse grey

You know the pains it takes to look different
After so many generations
It’s a piece of your girlhood
you’re looking at, that half-tamed madness

Even now moments out of uniform are hard
And it demands a miserable effort
What we call being oneself

It’s their first strike against us
the grey school skirt

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akshay kumar

I watch migrating birds fly in formation.
That old story – when you leave, your motherland leaves with you, when you return, it is lost to you. The house is empty without you Horoscope Zodiac Pro Aries meaning taurus personality male  I extinguish the golden fish when I depart. I would leave them flickering on the ceiling and the ocean floor so you would return.

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