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Dec 2018
The crowd rushes fast

Like a cold river stream

Watch it glisten and gleam

Or so that was a dream

The water's actually dull from what I’ve seen

And in view is slowly disappearing

I can’t keep up, I hear no cheering

Weight of words and isolation is instead what I’m hearing

Nobody no longer stands in the window peering

The last fades out of sight, which is what I was fearing

I’m all alone, burning eyes become searing.
Sienna
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