Busstop

June 30, 2011
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Everyone walks around avoiding contact with the hunger to communicate
shes got sweaty palms
tongue tied eyes
a desperation on her lips
to strive to collide
with the human race
forget about mistakes once made that turned in to eternity
cant stop doin what she started time worn face
I picture her as a child innocent again running in a feild chasing dreams once had
...and we conversate
until the bus comes,life goes on





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