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You used to sit next to me on subways rocking til stopping to platforms and sliding doors and then rocking back rocking back into me. But now I work from home and all I see are people out of touch through the bay windows filtered by the citrus trees I spit from seeds 5 years ago that are now fruiting. And I’m alone. And you’re rocking on the N or the Q or the R or any train I’m no longer on.
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