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As the black girl in front of me leans into the window I wish I had a camera Her reflection is forming a double exposure Of her sad eyes On a background of fleeting metro lights Next to me some girl gets slapped And is then restrained by an old man as she claws after her attacker There are two Japanese tourists They seem disappointed Some guy is staring at me And tries to nod a bit when I look back There is also this kid with pale white hands Half asleep and hiccuping into his lap Looks like he might throw up at any moment And in the midst of all the arbitrary existence I'm sat looking at the sad black girls reflection And a kind of perfection forms
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
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As the black girl in front of me leans into the window I wish I had a camera Her reflection is forming a double exposure Of her sad eyes On a background of fleeting metro lights Next to me some girl gets slapped And is then restrained by an old man as she claws after her attacker There are two Japanese tourists They seem disappointed Some guy is staring at me And tries to nod a bit when I look back There is also this kid with pale white hands Half asleep and hiccuping into his lap Looks like he might throw up at any moment And in the midst of all the arbitrary existence I'm sat looking at the sad black girls reflection And a kind of perfection forms
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
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