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Oct 2019
In a room of strangers, I sit.

A clock on the wall catches my interest.

The second hand , my eyes obsession.

12 to 6 , 6 to 12..... around it goes.

The minutes easily reach 10.

The room is still full of strangers.
TheConcretePoet
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