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He hides within his black polyster
shirt and pants.
Among the crowded room I sit among
artists, poets, musicians, dancers. |
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2/09/99 He hides within his black polyster
shirt and pants. Among the crowded room I sit among
artists, poets, musicians, dancers.
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by Erin Stachnik
Alone he sits on the chair.
He finds security at the 90 degree connection of the rooms
walls.
A solemn face showing no emotion
What drives his actions, his reason for being?
Does he know and keeps it a secret?
Connected to life with the sip of a dry martini or the taste
of a
raspberry cream lattte.
The mystery of his exsistence lures his presence as he walks
through the
hallway...Alone.
But who am I?
I dream of belonging but am I alone or am I scared?
A time for a change, a time for action.
Can I sit in the hallway?
