Earring
Earring
Standing in line,
In my resolute behavior
Looking with contempt
At all the things ,that make my ears burn
Standing there waiting my turn
Conscious of the slow movement of the line
I hear the argot language, in the conversations that surround
My mind
Using patience and self-control
I begin to socialize until I realize
That the interacting with noisy gossip is not my thing
So I turn around and without a feeling
I disconnect from what only makes my
Ear-ring
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