Waiting Room

She keeps me like a novelty, but not discreetly. I am a hobby bluntly or something like " in the mean time", i keep her balance, while shes waiting for whats between lines. I am a flat line in her diary. Just a means, a moment

 of anticipation. Though she sits, i am not missed, she talks perfume. I am but a waiting room,'in the meantime'.

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