What a simple question
That rubs the back of my throat As my feet thump against green tiles And light glimmers through a doorway Where there resides empty desks Except for one, in the back The largest one A back bent over papers Illuminated by the sun To my students, I can count All the digits in their names Yet for her, I cannot speak eighteen Will you go out with me?
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AuthorI'm Darcy Ridge, creating stories that all revolve around family and identity in a myriad of ways. In the past, I have shared multiple stories and published a novella online. You can find me on Wattpad and many other social media websites. They/them [Image Description: black background with the words "Social Justice and Mental Health Resources" in white in the center /end ID]
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