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4d
Entering unknown,
sitting, drinking, waiting.

Staring down from
pub balconies, out
large windows;

I see how
people go places,

how they look like
other people.

Turning my head,
I notice how my eyes
are avoided,

a space as small as
a hotel room.

Connecting past with
present,

familiarity grows,
like an extra limb from
the center of my chest.
AydanL
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AydanL
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