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Aug 27
After a while they tell us.
We're being held at a signal.
But being held doesn’t feel like this.
When I'm held
I feel warmth.
I feel connection.

Here I feel placed on hold.
I feel a coldness, distance.

I'll wait for a fresh signal.
Being held is a physical essential.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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