We stand together
unaware
That some have met
before
In regular
indifference
Keeping close the
sliding door
The body heat lay's
heavy
As we crave each
passing stop
Avoiding all eye
contact
Counting every island
hop
Ordeals endured are
here and now
External pressure in
the cube
Every strain of sinew
over tight
Crushing rush hour
London Tube
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