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Mar 2020
She is nervous
A flit of eyes
Wrangling hands

She searches for comfort
Music
Stranger's faces

But something is coming
She does not know what to do

Change
is a silent warning
that lights up her eyes
Written by
undermyfeet  F
(F)   
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   ---, Molly, anna and Sparrow
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