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Sep 17
This is my sun, it burns me so
My sweat irks me more
The people criss-cross and go
Will any wait for me?

I am in foliage in hiding
A snake hides in the bushes
A rat in the walls
Both afraid of the one above

A faceless person is briefly a good friend
A walk of bureaucracy is a march of the future
Still moving too fast for me to keep up
Written by
     Merinda Aryadelina and A B Faniki
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