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Vermin

Skin against skin
Sweat against sweat.
Eyes after eyes
Blue, green, white
Colours in a pale, dark face.



Hand against hand
Breaths against breaths
Song after song
Whispered in the death of night.

Promise after promise
Of bread and survival
There's no place for hope.

Broken, all of them
On and on
As the train
Drives
On.

-Estelle, April 2019

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