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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...

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weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 1 month ago

Profoundly effective.

You capture the scenario perfectly Cheers, Jess, “The political arena leaves one no alternative, one must either be a dunce or a rogue.” Emma Goldman
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Fleur

you have captured this perfectly love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x
L

lyz

16 years 1 month ago

Dearest Fleur

Love and hugs. Lyz. XXX