June 20, 2013
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There is a ramp slithering down
Lined with neglect
And quarters.
Sickeningly green
By a drizzle.
And on the ramp
Leaning against the shivering rail
Is a girl.
And once she is done
She clutches it in her hand
Until it breaks and dies.

By a drizzle
She goes inside
To throw away her lunch.

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