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In the sea of desks there’s talk of bags and games

and long pipes that leak dreams with strike of a match

and there’s a loudness to the whispers I hear

Whispers shouldn’t be that loud, should they?

There’s a girl over there who everyones knows

And men without ears who will stand by the door for a price

In long hallways,

there are angry mobs

of dwarves and rats

and one single angel 

Rusty’s poem brings me to tears.

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