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Jun 2020
Anchor.
An irony of people
Pushing forth, unseeing
Past me,
Past my worth
And I just stood there,
Static, unmoving,
An anchor
To those passing by
Stamped
Under their ugly shoes.
Kairosclere
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Kairosclere  18/F/Coffee stains
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