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The Paper

A white sheet of paper
Tucked right under my saxophone
“What’s in my locker,” I ask you.
You tell me you don’t know
 
You walk away
Your trumpet tucked inside it’s case
I put away my instruments
And look at the note
 
What’s the first name of the guy in Fresh Prince of Bell Air?
Will
What is the letter that comes after T?
U
 
What is the opposite of stop?
Go
Three strikes, you’re?
Out
 
To find the area of a rectangle, you multiply length x?
Width, with?
Do re?
Me
 
Will you go out with me?
I gasp and fangirl right by the band door
Aubriana’s there too
She’s telling me it was you
 
Then I was at lunch
The Senior knew it was you
I was still second guessing
Believing it was too good to be true
 
Then I text you
You tell me to take a guess
I say my guess is you
And I’m “a winner”
 
We meet up at Deca
I tell you my answer
I take your hand on the way to my class
It was so warm pressed against mine
 
That paper was just the beginning

Wow, long poem. Heh, my badddd

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