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The things we do

When we don't know

What to say

The beauty of collaboration

With a group of strangers

No one speaks

No one listens

The clock ticks

Someone speaks 

I listen

But I am acutely aware

Of the beating

Of my own heart

The heat rising in my body

The warmth welling in my neck

The blood rushing in my veins

A slight twitch on my lips

At the sheer fear

Of having to speak

Out loud

I feel my feet under me

I ask my neck not to tighten 

I imagine length throughout my body

For when I am scared

I shrink

I might say something stupid

I might be judged

I will not shrink in here

I will grow

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