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A world of people Who thinks she's weird. When she meets someone she likes She opens one of the gates up. They still have a while to go to See who she really is. She's hapless at romance, Not getting a chance with anyone Because she merely watches Romance from the side lines, Only able to analyze it, Never truly experiencing it, Not knowing the full reality of it, Basing her decision to be closed off From only observation. Maybe someday a guy will Sweep her off her feet, But who will he be? Because of miscommunication she cannot Get her feelings across. Apparently she keeps her Feelings hidden far too long Because she wants others to

Darkness entrenches her The ghost like fog wraps around Her body like a quilt But this fog is nothing like a quilt. Sure, its solid like a quilt, Heavy like a quilt. But that's just a simile Used for imagery. The darkness And the fog, The coldness The emptiness. Where is the warmth of a quilt? How did she get into a place Like this, with no sun, no protection, And low visibility? Only deep inside of her brain lies the answer. But can she find it?

She stares at him across the room, Wondering what he thinks. Starring endlessly in to his savory eyes They speak. Wondering why, she's thinking, he moves his eyes to meet her gaze. Round the corner he spins and spins, In his rolling chair he likes to twinge. She laughs. He smiles. In her eyes she sees, His wayward movement, Making her thoughts go blank. Only seeing him, Maybe if it were real Between them She'd be happier, She thought to herself. Crushes are crushes buried underneath mounds of lushes Lust is one thing, love is another She has to wonder What could it be. Her heart pumps faster Instead of just louder.

Being one in a hundred may make you isolated. The ace in the hole. A card game only has 4 aces which are the most special in The deck. But, life is still fun for the ace. The ace, the one in a hundred Can still Love They are just special. The newest variable in the equation Of biology. THey don't feel the same As normal people They are the minority of minorities. The ace is the special card. Aces have more convenient lives Not worrying about lust Or any fuss. They can love but not want what others do They can flirt but not understand what flirting is The silent minority, the aces are said to not exist. But the ace does exist. 1

The laundry mat, a necessary evil, If you have no washer or drier, That's where you go. Clink clang, quarters fall out of the change machine Only to be taken by the washers and dryers In and out, people being loud They come inside and then leave Beep beep beep Buzz, buzz, buzz Washers and dryers crying out to be switched or Started up again. Heavy baskets of laundry are transported from place To place. Someone always leaving a sock or a pair of underwear behind, Later curious as to where it went. Many don't understand why people use the place But when you are poor or don't have a place to put A washer or a dryer, that is the loophole

Hello, he says, hello, she replies, coming into a new world looking for something different, going to a new place. Goodbye, he says, goodbye, she replies, leaving the new world, found nothing different, going back to comfort, as if nothing had changed.