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The boys in baseball caps and form-fitting clothes are the ones they text about,
Frantically typing away, chipping their fingernails.
And a clock in a room,
A vase in a room,
Me, in a room.
The lights trickle down and bounce off their eyes,
Luminous and lingering,
Ever-fixed, ever-longing.
Is it a surprise the she-wolves trap their willing prey?
As at Starbucks, they clutch the treat and go on their way.
And a chimpanzee with a wedding ring,
A flower girl with a wedding ring,
Me, with a wedding ring.
