Lost in a crowded room,
Not in the crowd.
Under the noise
All I hear is the sound

Of a joke that fell flat,
A deep voice that just cracked,
An awkward pause –

Anywhere to go,
Nowhere to hide
One hope, one fear
One thing is clear…
I need to hurry out of here.

I’d pay my last dollar
to remove her indifference.
I’d pay it twice
to buy some of my own.

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