from the third floor
buisness people look
even less enviable

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like all holiday seasons
this one ends with
the return of traffic jams

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the air caught in the
turbulence alongside the train
smells of dogshit

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the clouds and light that
paint the evening sky did
a wonderful job tonight

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safe from penetration
my ideas hide in the
darkness of my skull

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there used to be
a time when my mail
was delivered to me

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today one of
the living dead
spoke to me

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this trail proves
that roots don't necessarily
have to be underground

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with this allergy
i need to learn to operate
on low oxygen supply

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another part gone
surprisingly not even close
to the U.S. embassy

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