Morning dew

Sunlight rays through

The glass windows

Opening another day


Scorching heat

Another time to beat

Weary eyes

Skimming through crowd


Before the crown

Sets off again

Ask the train

A route to go


Where art thou

Fruits and juices

Of blood and sweat

Hard-earned survival


Lethal fate injects

Passed grades

Apart from stains

Of tears and dirt


Less than is not

What she settles for

Try second, strive first

Until she jitters.



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