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TransportationA warm dark rectangle. / That was what it was after all. A long toasty box, filled with rows of seats; all with a certain air of weariness about them. Covered in a thick crinkled heather grey material, they seemed to be begging silently for a kind of companionship. / Despite the silent, tired interior, the exterior was jumping, vivid, and fake. Bands of glowing neon twisted their way across the structure, globes of red light sliced through the dawns inky chill. This gaudy shell sped across barren city roads, quiet as a snake. As it slid into view, it's waiting passengers hoisted their heavy packs, and waited for their dazzled, stricken vision to return.
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ParallelsSweaters and hugs are sisters. / Underrated, everyday, and simple. / But somehow
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The Bard"These our actors, / As I foretold you, were all spirits, and / Are melted into air, into thin air,
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Sand ManInsomnia had come knocking. / Insomnia is a Southerner, a belle who's smooth words and honied utterances trapped me in her company. / I was laying swathed in sheets, attempting to persuade Miss. Sleepless Night to call on some other hapless soul. Upon realizing a lost cause, I turned to the walls that had become my entertainment on evenings such as this.
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Joyeuse Saint-ValentinIt's February 14, at 5 in the afternoon / And I'm sick. / Sick to my stomach; lagoons of acid loom in the foreground.
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Dollie HousesHave you ever walked down the street, on a calm summer day, and looked at the sky? / At the perfect, even blueness of it all. The carefully planned haphazard precision of the clouds? / Have you ever stared, and thought,
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About.I had a dream last night. / I dreamt of brick walls and chocolate milkshakes. / Of girls with carmel colored skin, and old houses with steep roofs.
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Think a bit.In the good book, theres a heaven and a hell. / Theres also limbo. / Purgatory.
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YouthChildren's crude drawings adorn my journal. / I like it better that way. / Adolescents reek with self possession, cock sure beyond measure.
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