the traffic swells like the ocean, so at ease.
and i know this. this, wonder for my need.
this growing, growing hope for utter peace...
when windows they slide shut, doors slam close and freeze.
it seals me from the bluster and the breeze.
and i know this. this aching in my knees.
this buzzing, this buzzing that causes me to run... till i'm free
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