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Individuality Amid Conformity At The Tram Stop

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a cow in mountains

ruminants

crack of light replenishes
as I stroll in thundering
rain.

at the yellow tram stop
it pains me to huddle
under pelted shelter

a multitude of strangers
take cover.
i stand in the open gaze

waiting, not fazed
by solely water pelting down
but i frown when hooting
tram arrives

yellow carriages cramped
a multitude of strangers
heading towards the city.

Skendong

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