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Mar 2016
I heard a guitar player
On the subway platform
As the train was passing
And his voice sounded very real
It was soothing for a moment
Those sounds,
But then the doors closed
And we were on our way
And he'll never know
That I appreciated him
I will never see his eyes
His guitar case
Loose change
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
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