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The City
I am on a crowded
city sidewalk,
the crowd sgueezes,
shoves and pushes.
Like blood through
a too small artery.
Claustrophobia threatens
to swallow me.
A small opening appears,
I rush to it. But it quickly
fills in and once again,
the crowd squeezes, shoves
and pushes.
I reach my desti...
Wednesday 21st March 2012 3:40 pm
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