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Weβre breathing in cages
Of barbed words and
Stares, stares, stares
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Blink
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My being is in touch
With sweat and
Hands, fingers, nails
Of strangers
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Clink
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Buses and home alike.
These walls of cream and yellow
Protect me, entrap me
In me.
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~insight07
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