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As the world slides by on old steel rails.
And your seat reminds you it’s too hard.
And thoughts wander, breathing slows.
Everything is fine.
But it’s broken.
A deafened sound.
Emotions and frustrations.
Bursting, breaking, bolting in all directions.
Unprovoked.
Unexpected.
Nearby.
Unwelcome.
Words mashed as one.
Protesting innocence and injust...
Tuesday 8th February 2022 9:53 am
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