It was 11:30 on a wednesday
The throngs of crowds began
Their movements
Like red ants
Pacing impatiently
In an energetic loneliness
There lungs strapped around their hearts
Muscles straitening after a great limping
In a schizo like march
The masses made their way to lunch.
The throngs of crowds began
Their movements
Like red ants
Pacing impatiently
In an energetic loneliness
There lungs strapped around their hearts
Muscles straitening after a great limping
In a schizo like march
The masses made their way to lunch.
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