They stare
Their eyes burning holes into me
Some searching me
Others looking right through me
They all stare
Like starved hyenas
They bare their teeth
Waiting
Pleading for a sign of weakness
To pounce and tear me apart
I in turn
Join the legion
Bare my teeth
And look above
As does the one above me
We all look above
And await a sign
Maybe a word
We all wait
And pass the time with friendly repartee
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