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The indigo ceramic is smooth. I can run my finger over
the surface where the coffee has dripped and is now running down..
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Minutes ago she was swaying, pumping her fist, in
unity with strangers, surrounding her in a hot sweaty crowd. She coul..
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Lonely is what I am,
Conceptual is what I breathe.
No one can love me
Because no one could ever
Understand w..
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Her shadows are her only companions these days.
She pretends not to mind.
She contemplates howling into the night sk..
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A pen passed between a newly sparked friendship
has the ability to create something beautiful,
possibly unethical...
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Think public transportation,
Think bus,
Think gasoline.
The young woman, tight skirt, blazer,
And a briefcase..
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