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Lucinda Marshall<\/h1>\n

Penn Station<\/span><\/h2>\n

Shops hawking quinoa salad
\nand kale chips now prettify its tunnels,
\nbut nothing can disguise
\nthe familiar piss smell
\nthat permeates the ancient bones
\nof Penn Station as it greets
\na long lost friend, just off the train.<\/p>\n

Lucinda Marshall<\/strong> is a writer, artist, and activist, who appreciates the judicious use of brevity, you can learn more about her work on her website, Reclaiming Medusa, http:\/\/www.lucindamarshall.com<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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