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"The Dance Of Frustration"
She storms in, eyes sharp,
tapping the floor,
arms crossed, voice clipped, she commands,
no room for missteps or hesitation.
We move stiffly, her words cutting
like a knife.
“Again,” she says, voice cold,
“Again,”...
tapping the floor,
arms crossed, voice clipped, she commands,
no room for missteps or hesitation.
We move stiffly, her words cutting
like a knife.
“Again,” she says, voice cold,
“Again,”...
