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Urban Factory
Contributed by
Mars
on
Sunday, 7th February 2010 @ 01:59:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Running along They trip, fall Around town and under things. Stumble all along As if they had nowhere to go.
Wandering sets Commonplace, No longer seeing or knowing Where they were As if they were mistaken.
Walking along They trip, fall And Rolling behind closed doors Stop to think. As if they knew something else.
Hearing nothing, Uneasily -- patiently Resume their daily tasks. They wait. As if they could be told.
Copyright ©
Mars
... [
2010-02-07 13:59:08] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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