Scar Tissue
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They were wandering through the park when she started to imagine how they may appear to someone who was passing by. Two people walking, their faces anonymous revealing nothing, avoiding eye contact.
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Shine
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The ten forty-five does not stop along the way. Pushing down the line, ignoring towns where nothing ever happens, it keeps on moving. A suck of air the only movement these places ever feel as with a rattle and crack we charge through empty stations and lonely platforms, pulling away from their vacuum and void…
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Scenes From A Metro
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The smell of the market hangs in the air. It hitched a ride two stops back. Fresh fish and the smell of dusty streets on a warm summers day underground.
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Found Object
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I am a little God of tarnished silver lying silently in the grass. A secret thing, hidden by earth waiting to be discovered.