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xiv.
Getting caught in the words,
not seeing anything but.
Until a few men get on,
after I've written in a fury,
and they remind me of
lost doormen.
xv.
The words leave me
and I'm left in a daze,
I fall into a train slumber.
It's quiet now
as I close my eyes.
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