Papers flew, faces down.
Fear, was my emotion.
Alas my turn dawned,
receiving my retribution.
With hands reached out,
trembling uncontrollably; heart pounding.
Faced down with nervous anticipation,
sourcing for the crisp texture of the paper.
With a forceful swipe, the paper landed behind my back.
The pounding rang in my ears,
With a gulp of hesitation, the paper rolled over,
just enough to allow a little glimpse.
I failed badly.
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