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I. Commute Crumbled red leaves car edging past the sign eager to be gone. Someday I will have an office with a window. II. Cubicle My little walls a speckled grey nothing like the crow’s egg; only high up one rectangular pane. III. Communion At day’s end, light kindles and burns along her soft, copper hair.
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Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 5:42 PM UTC
Living Wage
I. Commute Crumbled red leaves car edging past the sign eager to be gone. Someday I will have an office with a window. II. Cubicle My little walls a speckled grey nothing like the crow’s egg; only high up one rectangular pane. III. Communion At day’s end, light kindles and burns along her soft, copper hair.
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Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 5:42 PM UTC
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