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Jan 2018
Lips gleam
Buses scream through the dirt roads
Sirens
Long legs
Tight skirts
And all the glory in between
The clocked turned 6 and my night shift had ended
Lunch is for dinner
And the streets continue their roundabout rush
As survival is the same from the house or from the night protection of a solar eclipse
Written by
Yz Doo
100
   Jamie Walker
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