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Aug 2021
a stir of wings,
engines competing for air,
you are there but not,
a difference of perspective,
of machine, oil and steel
encasing wool and skin,
a mind reliving something,
running then returning,
raising a dial higher, lower,
trying to find a frequency
that takes into its thrum
nothing, no one.
Written by
katie  Liverpool
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