Lauren Posted November 21, 2004 Report Share Posted November 21, 2004 She stood reflecting anguish off the 5 pm, fixed in rabid stare, metal facing steel. Her head drunk with coal, high on the squalid soot. Eyes were caged explosions, numb with a world's cargo. A reporter, daily news: "Man vs. Machine: Conductor Breaks" And she slept, dreamt, drugged; howled for a rematch. My pal said the girl has issues. He never heard the word friend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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