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Mr. Executive

Blank stares,
weary,
empty
and the overpowering scent of stale cigarettes
burnt coffee
and cheap aftershave.
From grey compartments
come the uniformed suits
that jostle and shove
their way
mercilessly
from their confinements
of the train.
Grey ties, grey shirt, grey shoes, grey trousers.
Grey hearts.
Grey life.

Watching hundreds of them pass by the doors,
muted.
Destination – unknown.

Currently unavailable for purchase



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