Cold. Cold and crisp is the air that wisps around my face.

Bored. Bored is the word as the tape runs on.

Awkward. Awkward is the Pack as we sit in the talk.

Soft. Soft is the chatter as their pencils grind and scribble.

Confused. Confused is the Frog as he watches the Scot explain.

Deafening. Deafening is the sound that vibrates through the walls.

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Quiet. Quiet is the room filled with calming mutters.

Beautiful. Beautiful is the vulture as it writes in colour.

Handy. Handy to help is the centre of this gem.

Lonely. Lonely is the road as I walk among men.

Fun. Fun is the word to describe all but this suit.

Silent. Silent is the room as he calls for an answer.

Tick. Tick goes the noise that hollows out my mind.

On. On drags time as they curl up in blankets.

Ordered. Ordered is the chaos within the curious exterior.

Finally. Finally the circles move.