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Untitled I walk in silence with leather sleeves and sweaty hair straw-like, tangled it's the humidity backpack stuffed to the limit my shoes hanging off the back- they kick me with my every step. I'm not going home. Buses, trains Cramped houses, steel factories strip malls and trees and fields I'm not going home. I want to do this forever- stare at wrecks of ruined buses- live watching others live see the world through a glass window none of it seems real like this… ©1998 - Nicole Toivonen.