Transit by F White

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Feb 2011

Transit

I'm crawling to the ceiling
with my eyes.

No don't look-
I can't stand it.

Even a stranger who
brushes my elbow makes
me shy away.

I belong in
my own bubble
of Strange.

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F White

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