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she sits alone,
wrapped in a cocoon
of silence, watching
from the corner,
(pretty girls and beautiful boys
mingling, conversing, flirting).
"Why can't I have that?",
her lips quivering with
the taste of enchantment,
longing and desire
to join the fray. she is weak,
hands shaking, palms sweating,
she tries to stand, but
fails. unable to grasp
the fleeting moment, the minutes
slipping by, watching
a movie about life, made
by life. she cries cruel tears,
falling down her cheeks, shoulders
calling for comfort. life weaves
solitude, torturing her
existence, she sighs
as she sat alone.
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