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Red light
Dust on the floor,
and a galaxy of gold.
A catalyst of desires,
and a prisoner of the present.
Hidden in plain sight,
is the truth of my life.
Cold, broke and impatient,
Stuck at a red light.
Published 3rd Dec 2014
| Edited 11th Mar 2015
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