Noah Trist

October 2, 2003 - Melbourne
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I want to escape
But there is no where I want to be.
Chicken unlike chicken
Please no more for me.

Soft without being comfortable
No hard edges, but
I’m spiked.
Bland colours to dull the senses
Yet emotions take flight.

You hears screams
But worse yet,
Bodies like bricks
That walk the hall
Other than occasional ticks
It’s like there’s nothing at all
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