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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Alone (In the lunch room)

    The chairs scrape against the cold tile floor, the trays are placed into the rack, voices of laughter bounce off the walls. The abandoned milk jugs; half empty or half ...

    Feb 17, 2010


My tongue must tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart, concealing it, will break...
— Katherine, The Taming of the Shrew