Never Ending

October 13, 2011
By Anonymous

Loud, crowded, full of life
Sweet smell of each perfume, tickles your nose,
where you can almost taste it
Different faces, different voices, different people
Going in and out, as the subway makes its stops
Seems like a regular routine
Loud, crowded, full of life
Subway goes on, as if,
there was no stop

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