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We stopped stockstill inside the local mall
And he ignored all sorts of stuff I said
And gawked at gathered mannequins ahead
I suffered such suspense a stark stonewall
I studied his fine face I had the gall
Expressionless it looked alive or dead
I scrunched his shirt sleeve silk pink and red
I leant on his arm my ear cued to crawl
I wondered why would he act more than mute
If he just feared a fury rushing out
And didnt want to be a force five brute?
And so the sculpted calm increased all doubt
Then me he shrugged off like a filthy fly
I felt accused yet cleansed I could just die
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