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Friday, February 12, 2016

Bus 16


I watch lovers stroll by hand in hand...
Empty, hollow envy... A fleeting thought...
Numb from the medicine...
Numb from all the loss...
Thinking of ways to rob this store without being caught...
Absurdities scream and squirm in my head...
I'm feeling better today...
A little less dead...
I look down at my shoes, glancing up at the road...
Bus 16 is coming, my savior from the cold...

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