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Move Me Poetry

Stand Clear Of The Closing Doors

The subway ride is the best Horror Show in the city.

There’s too many people in here,
but it only takes one.
No seats, so I’ll stand.
But should I remain by the doors?
What if I’m shoved out when they open again?
So much fear highlighted under pale lights.
Don’t make eye contact.
It could set one off.
Next stop.
We brake, pushing against one another.



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