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Oct 2011
You’re like a train.
Steam powered
and old fashioned,
With thick, black smoke.
Chugging along because you
don’t know anything else,
So rigid and focused
As if there’s nothing else
in the world.
I try to speak to you
Only you won’t hear it
Or you choose
not to hear it.
So here I am
Speeding towards a red light
Trying to see past your smog
and there’s no use in it.
Janelle Flora Viser
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Janelle Flora Viser
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