Elliot Chance Poems

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1.
Symphony

Sweat drips down my temple-
I am Beethoven, writing a great symphony,
Although it holds no melody,
Each note is filled with agony,
...

2.
White

White walls,
White people,
White flours,
Even white lunch trays,
...

3.
Starlight

​In the night,
​Even though we can't see it,
As we struggle under each others might,

I don't want this moment to end,
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