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Jul 30
rushes of
traffic will
continue
without me
in the streets
on the buses
bustling
in and out
over and
under the
bridges.

i stop buying
fruit at the market
become sheer
invisible and
all i can do
is wonder
if anyone will
miss my
fluttering
steps or
catch my face -
hovering in a
shop window?
Eleo C Nora
Written by
Eleo C Nora  Windsor
(Windsor)   
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