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Poem: Pursed 

I stared at the blank white wall
Grayed with wear
The carpet etching pointed patterns on my knees

Rebukes come
more slowly from behind now.
Pursed, my eyes fixed
on an elusive spot that scurries across the wall.
I am wanting, not moving.

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