He looks like a chad but
I don't think he is a genius yet,
He needs some tuition yet
I also need to fuel my ambition.
A wonderful wandering chant
Everyone rants about us, and
I feel I should let him off or?
The slightest touch of my hand
Might ruin everything,
I could even calculate
A level of fragility.
The thing is that
With such a flair
He could be modelling
At any fair,
I bet he does sometimes,
How do I feel instead?
A tad tired, a tiny bit 'misread'.
I remember his voice,
I know a set of his goals,
It is my choice to forget
But I can't let myself off neither.
He's too ethereal.
His skin is paler than chalk.
A teacher s chat
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