I sit on the tram, her skin talks. She’s a smoker, likes a drink her heart struggles. Lined face covered in makeup like icing covering cracks on a cake. Wrinkled like a goanna, surely not that old. She coughs, not long now, must leave the tram.
I sit on the tram, her skin talks. She’s a smoker, likes a drink her heart struggles. Lined face covered in makeup like icing covering cracks on a cake. Wrinkled like a goanna, surely not that old. She coughs, not long now, must leave the tram.
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