Jul 2020
A restless interval
Of obligatory time
We sit and stare
At the cold, tiled floor.
Lights flicker
In the depths of our eyes
Whenever we stop staring
And glance at the door.
Of obligatory time
We sit and stare
At the cold, tiled floor.
Lights flicker
In the depths of our eyes
Whenever we stop staring
And glance at the door.
(17/F)
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