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Vacant people with vacant peepers stare with them fixed on flickering screens. Monday morning's wide-eyed sleepers sit missing the window's passing scenes. Mere millimetres apart from each other, they drift in worlds a million miles away. Bodies so close, close enough to smother, as the train rumbles along, they sway.
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Monday's Commute
Vacant people with vacant peepers stare with them fixed on flickering screens. Monday morning's wide-eyed sleepers sit missing the window's passing scenes. Mere millimetres apart from each other, they drift in worlds a million miles away. Bodies so close, close enough to smother, as the train rumbles along, they sway.
c-j-baxter
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
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