A pink card. A blue card. A line of ink. My name.
Shuffling feet. Moving forward. His turn. Her turn. Their turn.
When is it my turn?
Waiting in line, watching line after line of people, words, and names slip by.
When will my feet in this line meet the line on my card?
Lines, lines, lines and more lines.
Will my card ever come? I waited in lines all my life.
When will my lined face in this long line line of people reach my line of ink?
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