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Cleaners at the station

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From the country, invisible,
named only in digits,
we clean the gaps between.

Uniformed, we blend into corridors.

Updated 11-18-2009 at 08:20 PM by Silas Thorne

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  1. PrinceMyshkin's Avatar
    What restrained power in this! What provocative mystery! Might it be even more powerful and provocative if you left a blank line before the last one, to give us time as it were to register the apparent difference in the information provided there?
  2. Silas Thorne's Avatar
    Thanks for the suggestion. Good idea!