eyes
my attention to
the movement
their glances
their opinions (silent)
cold and shallow
buried nature
concrete borders
and sun-choked shadows
I am still
in the awaiting
a hundred masks
move by
climbing and sinking
the truth is personal
an instant forever
hidden impressions
the noise of the street
familiar in peculiarity
secluded in self
silent drone
the crowd
unbearable
ROAR
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