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People don’t know if they are coming or going

A ten minute stop
spread in perpetuity

they’ll hold cigarettes close to the lip
a reminder to breathe

between rail tracks and abandoned carriages
they will bask like birds in the golden sunset

“if only sunlight was our currency”
Suck in the air

‘All together, let’s derail them’
a banner will call in protest

they will look around aimlessly
for a sign that you are ready to go

set in this old abandoned station
ochre against blue
like the country

Domokos
a stop in transit

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