MAR HOFF Poems

Emotion
You slipped through my hands
And left a large, empty space
where you used to be.
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Books are overlooked by all,
Their covers left untouched as they
are left to watch you wlak past their walls,
their voices silec'd as ink fades away.
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What I hate most about school is other
people. In school, there is no 'you' or 'I',
but 'we' while being smothered
by security, however a lie.
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Somewhere, the sun dawns
And shines on inspiration,
Creativity.
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Holding on when your
knuckles are white anf your palms
have rivers of red.
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