One Way I see her on the platform, And watch her turn around As I call out her name. She waves. In one hand, she clutches What she hopes is her ticket to liberty. In the other, she crushes My unrequited love And as she flings it to the ground And stamps out her cigarette My love is but naked dust beneath her feet.
Sienna Williamson
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