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Driving down K street where it intersects with N Capitol there is a man kneeling in the street looking up at a white Mercedes staring at his own reflection in the gloss of the paint his image distorted warped but strangely familiar under a dark hood matted hair and the faint hint of eyes dark passages inside the driver is trained not to respond not to acknowledge not to connect society shuns those on the outside and nobody challenges it so i get up and leave only to try again tomorrow.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
K & N Cap
Driving down K street where it intersects with N Capitol there is a man kneeling in the street looking up at a white Mercedes staring at his own reflection in the gloss of the paint his image distorted warped but strangely familiar under a dark hood matted hair and the faint hint of eyes dark passages inside the driver is trained not to respond not to acknowledge not to connect society shuns those on the outside and nobody challenges it so i get up and leave only to try again tomorrow.
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31/M/Washington DC
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
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