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In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon. Stretching and yawning. Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry. Opening the door to her apartment She climbs down broken stairs. It's payday Friday. The mail man is late again. Opening her box closing it right back. She considers direct deposit, Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs. To a notice on the door. Excessive noise complaint Rent past due
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
Payday (Ode To Langston Hughes)
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon. Stretching and yawning. Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry. Opening the door to her apartment She climbs down broken stairs. It's payday Friday. The mail man is late again. Opening her box closing it right back. She considers direct deposit, Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs. To a notice on the door. Excessive noise complaint Rent past due
kewayne-wadley
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
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