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Aug 2012
Walk in.

Again I’m pinned with disapproval that delivers a blow; scan the room to judge, keep tabs, and slight my ego.

Keep control with reprimanding eyes, that’s justified; say no words, I’ve heard what the rage written on your face shouts.

Walk out.
Written by
Shelley Besten
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