Looking forward to good things and good reads in 2021.
Max Bouratoglou
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Seventh & Eighth Grade Poetry Winner
I hear her calling my name.
I know it’s not her,
but I look every time.
And every time I think I hear her
my heart races.
And every time I don’t see her
my heart stops.
But eventually it keeps on beating,
unlike her heart.
Her heart is silent.