A fog has descended over the town that is my brain.
Strangers move silently through the haze
bumping one another with ignorance and a taste of vehemence.
A raging parade masked by the static
thick in the throats of the anonymous crowd.
Fedoras pulled down
Collars turned up
Heads bent
and shoulders hunched
Not a glance exchanged
No introductions made
No gentle touches
Nor aspirations shared
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