Cutglass Dreams
Friday
Elsewhere
People,
fate flings them away,
to work in similar air conditioned cubicles
and walk streets selling
alien sweets.
They stand under different skies
and stare a different faces.
While we stay right here,
our eyes full of colored dreams.
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