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Saturday, June 21, 2008

An Observed Woman on the 2 Train

She wishes she was them:
big where it mattered
small where it counts.

But she is not them,
she cannot be.
It makes her so sad
it hurts me.

Lean your head.
Weep.
Repine.
Sleep.
Divine.
Posted by wanderonderer at 7:49 AM

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