The routine crowd takes its place, hollowing the theatre of warmth. Cries of pleasure, cries of pain, tears run down their faces all the same; the human race we run has left me crawling.. close your eyes. see the sky is falling.
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Author:
Allysnewworld (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Writing this in a time of reflection, I dwell on the influence of those who we walk past on the street. Feel free to comment:)
- Category: Sociopolitical
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