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Aug 2010
A remnant of
Coffee breath comes
From the
Anxious man
Behind me
Yelling at
The teller to
Hurry the **** up
He's paying good
Money for this
Crumpled train ticket that
Is taking him away
From his wife and kids
To be with me
In secret.
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Written by
Gabrielle Hamberger
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