Rondel Prime: "Xenophobia"

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Xenophobia

I sit in a crowded room wrapped up tight

Alone in a corner, my closest friend

My Xenophobia is without end

Someone approaches, I want to take flight

My palms start to sweat; my face goes ghost white

How was it I was coerced to attend

Sitting in a crowded room wrapped up tight

Alone in a corner, my closest friend

Greeting strangers, heartbeat quickens in fright

Please do not see me; I’m going to blend

Into this corner before I offend

Pleasant conversation I can’t recite

I sit in a crowded room wrapped up tight

Alone in this corner, my closest friend

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 12, 2012 ⏰

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