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They stare at each other,
Brows creasing and mouths moving.
When will this finish?

Thin and narrowed lips,
I watch everything take place.
Is there a way out?

Before it gets worse,
I must get up and step in,
But I can’t take sides.

Suddenly silent,
Their voices stirred no longer,
I can only watch.




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