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A tired looking lady With eyebags Crumpled, wrinkled clothes That are too big for her Disguise whatever Little curves remain Her eyes Dull Black She is drenched Striding inside Without a care Like she belongs In her shabby, shabby clothes With her hair A complete mess She is soaked through and through The thunder roars again Muted due to the glass and steel walls She walks in A tiny spark A flash of something In her dull, dull eyes People gossip About perhaps an affair A failed marriage A mental breakdown For one of those reasons Maybe all of them Generally, she comes In the subway Very particular About umbrellas too Today, she carries none Little Miss Particular She walks into The manager's office A letter neatly typed out Black and white Shielded by her brown Worn coat Three sizes too big She has been working For seven years at the firm She puts it on the table Says a polite, 'Thank you, But I cannot do this anymore.' And, she is out Onto the streets Her eyes Still dull A lady with crazy hair The rain pelts down As she disappears Into the fog
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
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A tired looking lady With eyebags Crumpled, wrinkled clothes That are too big for her Disguise whatever Little curves remain Her eyes Dull Black She is drenched Striding inside Without a care Like she belongs In her shabby, shabby clothes With her hair A complete mess She is soaked through and through The thunder roars again Muted due to the glass and steel walls She walks in A tiny spark A flash of something In her dull, dull eyes People gossip About perhaps an affair A failed marriage A mental breakdown For one of those reasons Maybe all of them Generally, she comes In the subway Very particular About umbrellas too Today, she carries none Little Miss Particular She walks into The manager's office A letter neatly typed out Black and white Shielded by her brown Worn coat Three sizes too big She has been working For seven years at the firm She puts it on the table Says a polite, 'Thank you, But I cannot do this anymore.' And, she is out Onto the streets Her eyes Still dull A lady with crazy hair The rain pelts down As she disappears Into the fog
I hope she found What she was looking for
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
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