the room is crowded but i dont hear a thing the room is hot but im chilling stacked yellow chairs can make a barricade the table is shaking but i dont feel a thing the room is mad & im batty octagon tables and marmalade the babies are crying but i dont shed a tear the tears are salt but im thirsting purple packed bodies make a blank charade the room is cold but im burning STACKED YELLOW CHAIRS CAN MAKE A BARRICADE.
Reason for writing:
i was at a dance at school. it was rank so i wrote about it.
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