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A lady collapsed on the subway today.
Reflexively, I offered her chocolate.
Waved away, they asked for fruit juice;
fruit juice would be better, they said.
They ushered her off without
causing a ruckus with those
awful, awful alarms;
a kind man was kind enough
to escort her the entire way.
The skies are gray today.
A miserable drizzle moistened my being
into this soggy mess.
The dementors are here,
stationed at the end of every weekend,
sucking the life out of every student,
invited, welcomed by the school.
They say Sirius Black is on the loose--
broke of out of Azkaban--
the first, to ever have done so.
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I wrote this in undergrad as a brain dump but also like
I don't know why I so distinctly remember this experience.