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Woman in the purple cotton jacket(repaired) (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

She talks quietly with the elderly couple, seeming healthy except for her rubberized hands: Small bendable fingers, look alikes, no fancy prosthetics, stainless hooks, or muscle triggers. It took both of her hands to manuever the fork just to pick a single beet slice. I watched her a moment more, paid the bill, and went outside to watch a father showing his son how to hold a stone for skipping.

INTRANSIT 6-Mar-04/1:15 PM
She is not a she anyway. She is a what. A thing for others to gawk at for the rest of their miserable little existences!!!


what the hell is taking god so long.?




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