I fled from these four walls
Hoping to find some solace
From the whining and moaning
I exited with least grace
There on my way
To the ladies restroom
She sat huddled in a corner
In a white and grey gloom
She was intently whispering
And annoyed by my sudden stare
It was her privacy exposed
Even in the momentary glare
It was a relief to see
That emotions still exist
Seeking corners to fit life
That gives it a warped twist
And yet there is no way
To quit the Janus head
I pretend to ignore when I spot her
Towards my duty I tread..
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