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Jul 2017
The lights start to flicker,
As the breaks begin to screetch.
But nobody bothers,
looking up from their feet.

The rush hour crowd,
Screams to be noticed.
But no one pays any mind,
They're to busy to notice.

Tired faces and crowded minds.
All different in different ways.
But when the subway doors slam shut,
We're all the same.

A passenger on a train.
Anthony Esposito
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Anthony Esposito  32/M
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     Phil B and Emeka Mokeme
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