# Poem 3

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Fading whispers

The hall,
So many people
So many whispers
Their lips dance
To their own beat
Their eyes
Like a compass
Moving in circles
Their hands
Wave to their damnation
So many people
So many whispers
Their phones
Turned on
Typing so rapidly
Their lips curl in disgust
And their eyes
Flooded with superiority
So many people
So many whispers
My friends
Where are they?
They go away
When i go near
Why do they?
The whispers
They fade
To white noise
And i dream
And i wish
And i hope
And i pray
So do the people.

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