Journalism by Loewy Noud
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Journalism
Cold metal on flattened thighs Cheeks flushed, blue skies Pitter patter on flattened keys Words written, thoughts fleed Oxford comma, never used Shake my knee, tap my shoe Busses whirl, engines purr Paper crumpled, headlines blur Snap the photo, click click Oh the news, makes me sick Bill, Allen, White, the press Take a breath, release the stress
