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Feb 2014
I once saw an eye on the floor of a subway car
I was not drunk
or high
or delusional
I was sober minded
in the most silent of ways

...months later..

that eye has disappeared under the footsteps of millions of New Yorkers
*a crowd clouds even the soberest of things
Taru Marcellus
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Taru Marcellus  32/M/HEREland
(32/M/HEREland)   
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