each breath is shallow, and hesitant
each beat is slow, and loud
movements are subtle, and serious
glances are stares, and soft
the situation is dangerous, and cumbersome
the scene is well set, and poorly ended
the hour that went by was only a moment, and over
it didn't happen, was it even supposed to?
what was that....
will we acknowledge it, ever?
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