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Created on: May 15, 2008
Subway Ride
Empty hearts, empty souls,
Blank faces I look at in front of me
Only to see stuffed clothing,
Minus any evidence of personality
Or any warmth,
Plus a heap of
Negative energy and
Broad cold shoulders.
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