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Thursday, July 24, 2003

i saw this poem on the subway: there are some unafraid to show how life has beaten them up, or down; they sit on the streets head in hands or stare anesthesized into dumbfounding spaces, crowd, rain others choose familiar artifice and carry their defeat like money they don't have to spend yet