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Sep 2019
alone in the crowd
she sits sipping her water
it is stale
and the bread she nibbles on is too
she coughs
her chest heaving
the red tomato stays
lodged inside her throat
what a mediocre ending
for such a mediocre woman
M
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M  15/Cis/NYC
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