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Nov 2015
Bell rings
Walking, walking
Right on time
I see you

Phone dings
Texting, chatting
Bouncing hair curls
Unceasing smiles
Pealing laughs
I look away I
hate

Lunch now
What's food
What's in a name
What's in a food
Who cares
Phone rings

Across the table
There you are
Laughing, laughing, smiling, grinning
HATE
Hands are shaking
Breath is trembling
What is happening?
Knife is wobbling
*Now or never.
Written by
P S Eudonym
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   Melrose Moroe and susan
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