"Stop Requested"

Signs hurtle past, leaves fall, sirens scream, brakes screech. People chatter, joggers run, head pounds.

May I request a stop?
I hop off and there is peace.

Minds hurtle past, words fall, hearts scream, throats screech. People slander, thoughts run, head pounds.

May I request a stop?

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