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Unravelled
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2003 notes plucked and strummed
heard from a distance
we slowly approach the room
a figure jumps out into the hall
yelling (singing?) out words,
about nothing and everything
the rest of us glance at eachother,
with a slight roll of our eyes,
amused none the less,
as he tones it down a bit by singing of
unravelled sweaters;
peace and quiet was already unravelled
some time ago,
but we're past the point of caring.
