1. Today at 4 pm me and my 5 closests cubicle neighbors had to pack up our personal belongings, all things left on top of our desks so that my retarded pint sized cubicle could take a deep breath jump a few inches out in every direction and grow a third wall. Tomorrow will be an exciting day.
I saw where there was much dust, left over things, forgotten things in the cracks, in the places underneath other things.
2. My heart yearns to be like my cubicle, stretching, finding and removing the dust, gaining new perspectives.
3. I am waiting to arrange the words i will invisible in a cloud of breath in a prayer in her ears. I am afraid. I am looking forward to sincerity.
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