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May 2014
bye
I want to run across the street.
Bag on arm,
hand hailing a cab.
Successful.
Confident.
Secure.
A green jacket.
Long hair.
A knowing smile.

Somehow,
to me,
this seems necessary.
Don't ask me why.
Don't ask me to explain.
Tori D
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