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the unseen
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the sounds of lunchtime
fill the room
glasses clink
silverware scrapes against plates
laughter
talk
tears
whispers
mix as one
the cash register rings a sale
chairs slide against the floor
a table fills
a table empties
a man belches
his aprroval of the meal
the bell above the door jingles
another patron steps inside
she brings dessert
a special dish she made herself
looking at the lunch crowd
she takes a breath then swallows
as the hostess comes to offer a seat
she serves her dish of hatred
the explosion rips the room
the diners feast
from this buffet of death
a specialty in the middle east
please dont tip the waitress
fill the room
glasses clink
silverware scrapes against plates
laughter
talk
tears
whispers
mix as one
the cash register rings a sale
chairs slide against the floor
a table fills
a table empties
a man belches
his aprroval of the meal
the bell above the door jingles
another patron steps inside
she brings dessert
a special dish she made herself
looking at the lunch crowd
she takes a breath then swallows
as the hostess comes to offer a seat
she serves her dish of hatred
the explosion rips the room
the diners feast
from this buffet of death
a specialty in the middle east
please dont tip the waitress
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they perspire
women don't die
they expire
women don't blast
other people in fire
women birth
men sire
so why would she don a dress of plastiques?
for forty sweet wives at the eternal feast?
or was she just trying to break through god's glass ceiling?
cwazy chick...