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|Group Dynamics: 09/06/2004 - 5:44 AM |
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as if he's only just remembered that I disappear during group conversations getting lost in the movement of lips the rise of eyebrows the flutter of nervous hands the clucking of spoken words the implications made in the unspoken. I belong on these outskirts my home since birth a voyeur into the inner workings of chitchat. He asks if I feel lonely and I just smile and shake my head. Alone together is the best for which we can hope. |
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