The Blind Man of Back Bay Station

A coffee cup

checked his coffee cup

for change

that’s never there,

as the bulk of Boston

blew by

with nothing to give,

not even time.

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About subparcostar

This is a collection of pieces I've done throughout the years, and continue to do throughout the hours. The format of pieces varies fairly considerably, as I am a bit eclectic in my taste. All in all, it's just a bunch of fiction.
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