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Blind on the boulevard that points
at the setting sun, barren
silhouettes appoach, noisy
vectors of rush hour. Bound
upstream, light ignites
the screaming rails.
Fatuous spring, running late
unconcerned.
Empty car's bombast, a thudding
door, a long tag along
the fence to Queensboro:
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSME
Brazen S: ride with me
all the way to Union Square.
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