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Here, the people rest Under the sound of a bustling train. Here, the people sit Under the weight of many burdens on their backs. Here, the people watch The time tick by too quick to catch hold of. Here, the people yawn With gaping mouth waiting for their time to arrive. Here, the people ponder Of many things, I know not of. Here, the people quiet Through the journey long ahead. Here, the people ride Through miles of endless thought. Here, the people listen Yet they don't, their eyes transfixed on empty space. Here, the people are For here they just exist Passing as a shadow No, there's nothing here to hear Nothing here to see The people are simply here.
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 10:30 PM UTC
Hear the People
Here, the people rest Under the sound of a bustling train. Here, the people sit Under the weight of many burdens on their backs. Here, the people watch The time tick by too quick to catch hold of. Here, the people yawn With gaping mouth waiting for their time to arrive. Here, the people ponder Of many things, I know not of. Here, the people quiet Through the journey long ahead. Here, the people ride Through miles of endless thought. Here, the people listen Yet they don't, their eyes transfixed on empty space. Here, the people are For here they just exist Passing as a shadow No, there's nothing here to hear Nothing here to see The people are simply here.
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AaronAugust
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 10:30 PM UTC
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