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The Mall (A Poem)

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The Mall

I sit still
And the world rushes past me.
On my right, the people rush North.
On my left, the people rush South.
If I try to watch
I find myself spinning
too many colors
too many faces
too many voices.
All I can do
is wait
until the rush stops
And then sneak away home.

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