The chalk lying on the board,
As it speaks it's thick words.
My eyes pacing around the room,
From door to soul.
The sam soul that lives behind the desk,
Observing our ways.
Planning an escape route,
Playing the scene in my head,
Indulging the patience,
Willing to move steady but quick.
Maneuver to the door,
As eyes of others,
Gape at me with an ugly...
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