vaclava krishna
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Many days alone riding the rails in, tweedish thought I easy drop, on the text messages of those, next to me. Today on the, L train I read from , a lady with a face famed in, petrol black bangs, and ruffed white boots that she waited, patiently Saturday for a hole lot, of nothing . Having pryed I felt, perhaps a part of, her mundane suffering but only for, the length between Montrose &, Morgan ave .