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  • Oyl Miller

Commute


Stumbling home.

By vending machine’s light.

Vision blurred and mind slurred.

Power-walking someone else’s steps.

Neon high of elevated window lives.

Laughing at the little shadow.

With the backpack and lost time to find. o.m.

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