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Aug 2012
Everyone just waiting
Quietly, reserved.
Waiting for the loud speaker—
To speak, finally.
Music from behind you,
The cafe calling your name.
But no answer, I wait still.
Under a light, I feel the shadows
Anxious to take flight, I feel the shadows
Heels tapping
People laughing
More minds than I would ever know
The waiting.
the flight.
Written by
Sonya L
462
   Mary3 and Ahmad Cox
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