screaming announcements
of another cancelled train
and I stand in the harsh sun
feeling my thoughts begin to boil
two teenage boys
with pungent body odour eating McDonalds
bounce around an old man who is all arms legs and wrinkly fingers crossed
he watches a cranky baby
with a messy sticky face
wriggling in her pusher
and I close my eyes
feeling my salty tears
flood my being
drowning me in the muck and stench
of this endless summers heat
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