I hear the wind blow through my hair
,
footsteps far and near,
a nonexistent peace
and the smell of wet earth.
My body is wrapped
a blanket shivering,
my hands
collect raindrops and
I look
facing the void.
are lost among these people
around me,
that touches me, hits me, pushes me.
words, speeches, puffs
bounce on my face.
And I in the crowd,
with the crowd,
in the crowd, I quickly
disappearing.
confusing.
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