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Jul 2016
All PATH Trains on Other Side

Rushed and flustered
as that
cherokee gusts past me
on the
right
my sight
unseen by dave
as those
horns
play on
drums stumble
as those
familiar walls
crumble
exposing my common
sense
as a
woman repents
on the sidewalk

"He ***** me!"

For all I know
her screams
are valid.
I hope not
because
I fear that
maybe
he ***** me too!
Written by
Joel David Liscio
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