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Weronika P Sep 2020
Everyday I hear neighbours' kid crying,
teachers laughing in the staffroom,
nurses & doctors whispering behind closed doors,
men at bars covered in puke,
tired gas station attendants,
sunken faces of those who leave in the blink of an eye
and a colour which I don't remeber well,
staring back at me in the mirror.
I hear neighbours' kid crying,
again.
But I don't get it.
Again.

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