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Feb 2020
Dexterous hands, unmoving stare to your screen
gulp then sip your steaming cup of tea
through that stray strand of hair
Did it never heed?
Reward the waiter's clichΓ© stance for a tip
with an exasperated sigh
Tire in the morning?
Now I know what you'll have for supper
All in ten minutes before you leave
I watch you through my stitch
edging closer to notable madness

But I'm okay with it
Written by
Dennisk  18/M
     Khoi, Makumiii, Luz, Perry, Fawn and 5 others
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