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Another File

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I talk,
She listens,
She writes in her notebook,
Words stacked up for miles,
She just nods and smiles,
As i talk in piles,
And she just nods and smiles,
Now I am silent and we sit there,
Nothing is said as i listen to her pen scratch the paper,
She looks up at me and dismisses me with a nod and shuffles her papers,,
It's then that i know,
That I am just another file in her drawer.





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