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They all sit on the bed quietly reflective.
The woman in the center crying in the arms of another,
childlike.


Whistling builders, start stop traffic, footsteps clapping on the pavement, laughter and chatter
outside.


This room feels cool and still,
time has stopped,
it doesn't matter.
There is nothing they can do but be here.

There is nothing they would rather do than be here.

They all sit on the bed quietly reflective,
that family of friends.








My little attempt at expressing some sort of emotions. Thoughts? I've never really tried to write a poem before- I read a lot of them but never written.