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Here is a transcript of the poem: On my way to work seated, not crammed, the tram climbs Bourke Street It jars and jostles and jerks fleets of crisp suits and crisper skirts, neatly burrowing through the work week to earn meat and burn heat and we’re alone and introverted on our phones, all eyesContinue reading “did my friend die for nothing”