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Tf(u)L

Red, passengers propelled
Leisurely lurching from its resting place.
Ancient air raids marking
Disembarking dissenters from ages familiar –
Avoiding the gazes of those passing by.
Rather at screens than at faces,
The city of noise,
Where no sleep is had,
Through all of this babble
Its people would rather sign no each other
Than inches apart open mouths.




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