-1-
She ran carrying her provisions
Her eyes racing her legs
Afraid to fail her appointed dates
And be reproached by a boss
She stopped
Her sighing didn't stop
She fell down
Her arms didn't help
She poured her wine out of her eyes
Till her eyes' urn was emptied
-2-
New in her job
And the train doesn't await her
Whatever happens
She arrived to a city
Its people are in their city visitors
Sydney
The person works hard
To collect big concerns
She loved it
But her belief in her alienation
Is a dust squall
It seems like her field denied her
She grew on fire volcanoes
And the morsel on her tongue
Was the left over of young children
This mum who they called Nana
And still didn't know her address
Her laughter willed in spring
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