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A flurry of coloured bags Lying carelessly in the doorway The happy ones congregate in the grass They laugh and they dance Because they can A silence of turning pages Throat constricted too tight to eat The other ones congregate in the shade Feeling out of place there Because they can’t.
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Constricted
A flurry of coloured bags Lying carelessly in the doorway The happy ones congregate in the grass They laugh and they dance Because they can A silence of turning pages Throat constricted too tight to eat The other ones congregate in the shade Feeling out of place there Because they can’t.
written back in year 10 one lunch time when i felt particularly left out
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19/F/North Wales
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
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