Hang on, stitching together your page...
Everything I said you’ve just confirmed.
This miracle that we matriculated
is one to follow to the end of term.
We’ll make escape once we have graduated.
I need to earn a strong diploma dose
so entrance to a college I can glean.
In Dinod-on-Neidr I’ll be comatose.
You certainly can be a drama queen.
Her words were mocking but her look is thoughtful,
my words poor targets for repudiation.
And would she reconsider? Is she doubtful
of traveling to tangled tribulation?