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In The Midst Of Urban Dwellings, I Often Gasp For Life Breath And Seem To Be Straying

In the crowds of traffic signals
And jams
Standing bumper to bumper,
Bearing the brunt of,
Heat and dust,
Feel I disgusting
To tell about
the urban life and culture,
Space
Gasping for life breath

And open space
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Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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