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Oct 2017
Women, with bags,
and children with overalls,
ride the city train in hopes of a new day.
Yet are deaf to the
screams of the streetcars,
the breaking of the destroyed,
and the love of the silenced masses.
Listen, they speak quietly.

-Hollow.
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   Sandra Lee
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