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Strangers at the bus stop Always moving, a microcosm Life in miniature All convinced they need to get somewhere When it doesn't really matter They wait, impatiently And i wait with them But when my bus comes I do not wish away the journey I know that the destination, and time Are unimportant Yet, I hope Someone might speak to me Fill, however briefly This silent time existing With a flicker, of humanity We will see
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
Moving
Strangers at the bus stop Always moving, a microcosm Life in miniature All convinced they need to get somewhere When it doesn't really matter They wait, impatiently And i wait with them But when my bus comes I do not wish away the journey I know that the destination, and time Are unimportant Yet, I hope Someone might speak to me Fill, however briefly This silent time existing With a flicker, of humanity We will see
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18/M/Liminal space
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
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