I paid my privilege for a ticket, hopeful
that from 35,000
reality would shine blue and green,
not red and viscous.
I sought days without tach-tach,
nights free of children crying “auntie”
from a freezing caravan
under a GRM-enabled sign: Human Appeal UK.
Isn’t escape somet...
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