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Each morning
They ease on the train.
Tired faces of men
Amongst powered faces of women.
The tin of music.
The awkward glances.
The nasal calls of those
Who dream.
The throat clears;
The sneezes;
The threat of disease.
Yet here we sit.
A commuting community;
Yet held in
each other's ignorance.
How far apart a man can be,
When abreast with humanity.