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Waiting
Everyone's waiting
baited breath
fluttering hearts
And shoulders tilted like balances offset
But who sees it coming
Anywhere. No one
All hear whispers and sees not the mouth
With hands aside and lips held tight
We wait for something uniquely ours
Til the clock stops ticking and
the cuckoo flies its nest
And like strangers we stare
Bewildered and unsure; uncertain
Of all surrounding
Eyes stagnantly defiant
Unmoved, we wait.
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