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Blue patterned seats Between cold yellow poles Strangers seated with eyes That never catch their souls Bodies pressed against bodies Heat and oxygen shared To remain in one’s solitude Is the universal prayer Fingers meet Or feet step on feet Apologies never catered Words don’t ever speak People with the most in common Those standing, those seated Every one of them human Every one of them beating This unity shared Though never acknowledged Has its own kind of beauty Forever repeated
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
The Tube
Blue patterned seats Between cold yellow poles Strangers seated with eyes That never catch their souls Bodies pressed against bodies Heat and oxygen shared To remain in one’s solitude Is the universal prayer Fingers meet Or feet step on feet Apologies never catered Words don’t ever speak People with the most in common Those standing, those seated Every one of them human Every one of them beating This unity shared Though never acknowledged Has its own kind of beauty Forever repeated
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louise-jessica-grimshaw
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
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