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Apr 2021
They move

Through no one,

Shouting at shadows
Indifferent.

Fear;
The complacency of progress and,
The nod of knowing yet cursed

Autonomy that is

Our liberal leanings

Without a safety net,

Force me to remember a choice

Over gross;

Human over the net;

Sun or the high rise

Where we can see the sun

Before sunset

Because we have

A subscription
Written by
Mitchell
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