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Single MotherNever noticed me / Under her pink dye / And thick thighs.

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Miss LaundromatThere is a person you might have seen. / Her hair has streaks of gold / And a smile that is welcoming.

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Chinaski“Mom, I’m not an idiot.” / She had been off her meds, / I could swear it.

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StrangersI see myself on their faces. / They walk the streets at night, / lit up by frail streams of light as they go.

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Drunken GuidesDrunken guides pour / Through the crowd / Like hunters to prey.

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LostMust I say that I am lost / The sun dripped fields have turned / Into waving trees and creaking limbs

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MisconstruedI sit alone. / Half tempted to walk / across the room to eyes

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Spring BreakMy feet leave imprints in sand / as impressionable as the faces / I willingly glance,

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Child's PlayBlack man beating on drums, / the red on her hair like fire in my arms. / The wild child that I have been seeking has

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Wouldn't Be the First TimeI sit / Feeling young and tired. / Tired of the steps,

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