Congested with life
A bottleneck at the door
The fumes of conversation 
Hang heavy in the air 
Quietness blossoms
Off in the corner
Lunch in the bubble
Busy and bustling
Friendships and kinships
Pass in the daylight
I stood still in the middle
Hoping not to be run over 
Or worse, swept away

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