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He
looks down his neck
Blushing,
he has finally been noticed
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The
constant glare of a blank mind
Gazing
at the floor
The
sweeper dreading the berating
Wondering
if any spot remains unclean
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The
constant glare of a blank mind
Glaring
at the pen, see-sawing between two fingers
Scribbling
randomly in the brain
With
nothing to jot down
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