feet shuffle
occasional whisper
someone gets a text
----------unmistakable buzz of a cell on vibrate
the quiet a presence in the room
cough
sigh
zipper binder gets opened
pens and pencils move
eyes follow the lines of letters
this room with no windows
a daily sanctuary of conformity
we all are here observing convention
biding time
but sometimes the magical intrudes
and a fairy waves a wand of creative colour
and out of the silence of rustles
comes a bouquet of laughter
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