Feb 2013
Faces blur,
hellos merge,
every handshake automatic,
every sparkling smile sarcastic.
You start to count the minutes,
the seconds.
Until the clock chimes at 12
and you can run away
hellos merge,
every handshake automatic,
every sparkling smile sarcastic.
You start to count the minutes,
the seconds.
Until the clock chimes at 12
and you can run away
in your glass slippers.
