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Poetry She walked into the classroom,
A dog-eared copy of The Beach tucked safely into her bag
Next to a condom wrapper,
A rusted razorblade
And a crushed pack of cigarettes.
They stared at her as if the Devil himself
Walked in.
She held tightly to her books,
As she was quietly crucified.
She took her place,
Like she was queen for the day
In her black dress and big boots.
As they turned away,
Eyes and lips cutting her with every smile,
She screamed,
Like the delay fading on the amplifiers.
