Student Publishing Program ::

Jaina Cipriano

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Light bulbs flicker

Swing from wires

Tell me, will they ever tire?

Far too bright,

I'll close my eyes.

Keep buying into my own lies.

A brush of gray

a bucket of black.

I'll paint it away just to get off track.

You smile,

I grimace

brace for the finish.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]