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Neat
Sitting on the train,
Neat houses flash by.
But life is not neat,
Though houses may be.
Behind those neat walls
Lurk furious hearts,
Unleashed as soon as
The train disappears.
These airtight dramas
Lie far from our minds.
We keep our heads down.
Our neat lives go on.
Tuesday 18th February 2025 6:31 pm
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