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I'm safe behind the glass I don't care if they laugh I'm safe inside this bubble Of mortar, bricks and rubble
I can see them all go past I watch them going so fast I wouldn't go out there The mere thought is pure despair
You have definitely captured agoraphobia in this poem, Emma.
We are all going too fast. I wish we could slow down and help this agoraphobe - but would that help?
Wow, powerful, yet sad. Lovely
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You have definitely captured agoraphobia in this poem, Emma.
ReplyDeleteWe are all going too fast. I wish we could slow down and help this agoraphobe - but would that help?
ReplyDeleteWow, powerful, yet sad. Lovely
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