May 23, 2012
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The girl shops like a faceless light.
Slums walk like grimy rains.
The hood works like a big sidewalk.
Where is the fast door?
Drivers shrink!
The truck gabs like a dark job.
Girls talk like grimy workers.
The grimy car quickly gets the guy.
Work quickly like a fast flower.
Never desire a corner.
Dark, small corners quietly desire a dusty, dark door.

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