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They pass me by

one by one,

as if I was invisible.

Irritated,

heat rushes through my veins

as my face turns bright red.

They pause in terror of

my flickering eyes –

their bodies tremble anxiously.

Nervous stomachs pass gas

as they stand by my side:

a nauseating whiff

turns my skin yellow

Fists clenched in resistance,

but I fall on my knees, weakened,

vociferously vomiting

on the grimy ground.

By the time I look up,

they were all gone.

Once again,

I furiously turn red

and the newcomers

anxiously wait.

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