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Oct 5
Noise and **** are all that’s coming through the window
as life is left dead and bare
Suppressed by screams of the ever present towers
like a wolf over a legless hare.

“Watch it!” you scream from the other bridge
as boxes take your view away
“Watch up!” they scream from above your field
as someone takes their breath away

The only thing to think of
at the dawn of another day.
2023-09-09
Written by
galatella
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   Maimoona Tahir
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