Awoken
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I dread fire-drill like last minute wake-ups
Argh!
Damn phone alarm.
I gulp haste.
I open my school app - like an eyelid.
Invade my sanctuary, virtual tyranny.
Where's my focus?!
*looking around for my coffee cup*
I feel like a bobble-head.
Copyright © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2021
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