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Commuter

Snap awake cotton
Brain--Track 20
this morning up
the stairs dodge, dodge
Into shoe store
Please alter, add the heel
$35 dollars? What a deal
Dash next door where�s
the pen?
Drop off film and
Gosh I�m late.
Up the stairs into
street wasn�t it cold?
Now its not --
too hot-- Bells
in the distance
8 o�clock, 9 o�clock
whatever.
Look at the penny squished in tar
wonder when that
happened
Gosh, I�m late.
Strange, her hair,
its pink and
green light go
across the
park or 2 blocks
over one block
down? Where am I
Now 36th and 6th and
Late.
Thank You from Little One

I know we don't talk anymore.
I needed to be without
you and the
remembering of past me.
But I haven't thanked
you for saving me.
You took my self-offering as
a gift, sliding into
my soul and giving
your heart.
He took without asking
plunging in to
leave me empty
and making off with
my naivete.
You loved, he lusted.
You accepted, he stole.
Without you and I,
though we had no happy ending,
he would have
destroyed me.
Thank you.
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