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Nov 2018
she stands so tall
and mighty, like she's
waiting to prove us wrong.

i stumble when i stand
on the subway but she
stands so idle
like her shoes were glued
to the floor. these conditions
must be perfect.

but theres never
a good reason to ride
the subway past six pm.
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b  20/M/canada
(20/M/canada)   
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