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A migrant hits the dust. Hits the lock key on the door and takes the bus. Piping coffee in his gut for wit and warmth. A bit anxious for the meeting coming up. But he's a migrant, done this many times before. Switched his sweats to dress the part, shirt tucked. Another part to play so days he can afford. Just another hustle for a buck.
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
The Migrant
A migrant hits the dust. Hits the lock key on the door and takes the bus. Piping coffee in his gut for wit and warmth. A bit anxious for the meeting coming up. But he's a migrant, done this many times before. Switched his sweats to dress the part, shirt tucked. Another part to play so days he can afford. Just another hustle for a buck.
kessler
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
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