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Mar 26, 2010
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Bated Breath
Found myself
waiting again
in the
long
blue corridor
all the
seats
were filled
young
and
old and
fragile
we wait
with bated
breath
with small
fears across
our faces
and then
my
name is called...
waiting again
in the
long
blue corridor
all the
seats
were filled
young
and
old and
fragile
we wait
with bated
breath
with small
fears across
our faces
and then
my
name is called...
— Fleur MacDonald, Mar 26, 2010
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Critiques
weirdelf
16 years 4 months ago
Profoundly effective.
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Dear Fleur
magics02
16 years 4 months ago
Pretty good one like being called in to the doctor
lyz
16 years 3 months ago
Dearest Fleur
Moloko D. Mahuma
16 years 3 months ago
Beautiful
whitetea
16 years ago
Is this about a doctors
Fleur MacDonald
16 years ago
it is indeed
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