Colin Coplin (Australia)
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A Tourist Second Class
My bridges still burn, like candles, they flicker, now far behind me
My eyes and my ears, like windows, are opened to let in fresh new air
My mind snapped it reins, it’s no longer driven, by blindness
Yet I fear what’s become, there’s no place to run, I am there.
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