The sun spills through the room like water across the floor,
Questions after explanations produce no meaning.
Looking at faces and searching for a connection,
Intervention is nothing but compulsory.
Faulty recognition regurgitating socialism,
Blood flows freely through but the eyes remain still.
Auspicious particles of feeling edge forth,
Moments linger in the air - waiting, waiting silent.
Bulletproof words evoke no reaction,
Hesitant eyes and minimal words echoing deceit.
Counting down the hours until the ink runs dry,
The moments drag out across the air.
41 Minutes...
And she's gone.
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