Here I am travelling alone Here I am stepping up into passenger plane with mail in the back with letters jet fuel and odour, gagging for clean air My eyes filled with tears, I see with my glass eyes the wetland and lakes full of fish, uncut for dried fish to eat Come with me to a journey where city is made from crushed rocks prone to earth moving underneath My friend
— Read on www.axonjournal.com.au/issues/11-1/crayons-melting
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