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Feb 2020
The pavement was lacking
Any form of burning
Instead it was frozen
Spring nowhere soon
I sat down, cold and weary
Not understanding why

Everyone old and young
Decided to continue living
Without any knowledge
Of their true purpose
So I’ll lay here,
Wide awake
And watch the city
That’ll melt away

Enjoying the silence
While relishing the noise
Which I’ve harboured
And since then buried,
Through this shame
I learned to tolerate
Written by
Catherine Bailey
92
   Andrew and FullmoonFlower
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