i was able to a do a little writing today between work and class while grabbing some tea. not sure if i like it yet or what the title should be.
We are not well in this city;
the sounds hurt,
the colors sting.
There is too much gathered breath.
An untamed numbness settles
as we walk fast,
sending ourselves out for arrival.
We sway together like frightened children,
inhaling the quiet shame of the masses.
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