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I sit, watching, as they go about their day

Never looking up to see the world, nose glued

To whatever electronic device they happen to have

A woman trips, but picks up her pace,

Even more hurried, two others sit, chatting,

Seemingly unaware they are not alone

The din of an otherwise empty coffee shop

Is music to my thoughts, and as the hours pass,

I realize, I am just like them

 

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