Clouded minds on sticks which lean on plastic chairs huddle around
Relative Peace
Nervousness, frustration, anger palpable
The air that flows from our tongues joins in equity
Then the air stops talking and silence introduces itself into the room
Eyes lock grabbing each other in an embrace
Mouths sigh and cheeks lift in relative peace
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