It is an old, Asian myth that when another
Speaks about you in your convenient absence
that you will sneeze unexpectedly.
That, dear one, is nothing more than a myth.
A myth to make young ones question their peers.
The anxiety fills in your chest,
The self-loathing spills upon your red face,
As you listen to your heart go 'Pitter Patter'.
"Oh, look! Is that my fellow man?" You say.
He doesn't bother to glance your way,
pearly white and perfectly straight smile
as he laughs with the others full of pride.
Oh, dear-- look at him speak vivaciously!
I sneeze, my heart freezes, and then I can breath.
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