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In a white room with dark walls

She sits perspiring, fists clenched

And under her nervous collar

Runs a vein overflowing with anxious blood

 

Around her are conversations immersed in wine and wit and tomfoolery

All of it drowned by laughter

(A white noise she ignores)

As her eyes flit across the room

Studying the contours of the wall

And the light switch in the centre of it

Petrified, lest someone flicks it on

And she can finally be seen

Hiding beneath a well-versed confidence

And a condescendingly bored drawl

In a series of events that lead to sleep

She’s worried she hasn’t fooled them all

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