Classroom Segment 22

i would prelude this, but i couldn’t. 

XXII.

so too my brain reprimanded me
against myself again and
i never refitted my sweater
soiled with eyedrops and pollen.
did he know i wrote on him?
his dawdles dally in my eyes
with blanked irises, the way
my is pen is following him conceptually
tracing his movements in ink

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