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As I sit in my chair, typing away at my computer, I feel eyes, watching me. Not bad eyes. No harm is intended, I can tell. But someone, perhaps more than one person, watches me.
Sniffing, snorting, sneezing, Sick people wheezing, The children whisper, They don’t know the rules, Don’t listen, Blurt out answers,
Oh behold! Here comes the silent hour, The one that beats upon my ears Pounding my brain’s solitude, more evident than the noise. The noise that has just started,
The room goes blank.
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