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Mar 2020
I pull apart the heavy drapes of darkness
Wading through thick musky flower scent
Leftover heat rising from the ground up
While shadows close snugly right behind

Two fat ladies pedal away in lycra
In this stillness I could hear them from afar
Their bikes seem absurdly small underneath them.
And I think:
If we're all alone together: then none of us are.
Written by
AnnaWann  F/Australia
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