Teacher’s thoughts existentially speaking.
Fields of azure brightness
Silken sheets that glide
Refined touch waiting for the coming
Leaden bones mingled slaved breath
Eyes that love platonic
Teacher so they say
They who write out lives in forms
Prepared in triplicate by the central office
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