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The Blue Line Train
5:00, rush hour Dense sea of humanity To the ‘burbs we go
By Ryan Burkeyabout a year ago in Poets
The Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
By Rony Sutradar6 days ago in Poets
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