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Dec 2022
It walks and runs
It sees, it follows
Anything in their path
It swallows
The crowd runs deep
A million feet
Comes to smother
You in faces
By and gone ! An other
Probably off to the races
Locked inbetween polite blank stares
And many strange rules the crowd bears
Another stranger, lonely day
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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