Friday, April 12, 2013


White fluorescent strips shine down
Everywhere,one sees lines and light
And all the time, voices raised
Blending in the cacophony
Of a place which pays one to stay
And where one stays just to pay
One’s rent and food and bills.
I huddle in my green stole

All so cold..
Think I've caught the chills.

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