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Circle Line
if you must touch me, make it brief
I am averse to women with designs
my life wanders its own sweet way,
runs on long-distance parallel lines
avoiding people doesn't come easy
takes a full life-time of deliberation
alone in a cold third-class carriage
that never quite reaches a station
tunnels never ending, dumb that
wild clatter as rolling stock slows,
memo...
Thursday 27th May 2021 12:27 pm
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