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Poetry: “Waiting rooms”

A place no one really wants to spend too much time in.


Waiting rooms

Time spent
In waiting rooms
A pocket dimension
Where everything
Exhalations hang
Suspended in the air
Mingling with the scent
Of antiseptic
The stink of fear
Cling to the chairs
To the curtains
Hung for false cheer
It is only when you leave
That life begins


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