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Feb 2013
I saw him at Denny's:
two a.m. Tuesday
sitting alone in the corner booth
slowly dragging Hot Wheels
over napkin ramps;
his eyes quick to the door
at every open.

The pancakes were bland.
Thoughts?
Written by
Tyler Kelley  USA
(USA)   
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