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Tunnel Love  [nederlands]
I live on hold
in the queue
between the lines
I lose myself
on a daily basis.

An endless pause,
and I'm staring at my sandwich.

Through the revolving door
I follow one way
which never gives way
but back inside
and I receive myself
in silence.

An endless silence,
and I'm staring at my shoes.

Along the ring road
I get carried away
in the hypnotic passing of all those car hearts
they are on their way from A to B
and the asphalt sings
just for me
endless noise.

DateTime: 2022 jan 1, 00:00 CET
Auteur: Mulder


 Poetry: Hannah Celsius 

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