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it's all occupied with dark fumes of flatulence       the bus hanger           it's teething and earning      a low ceilinged thrive regularly cleaned the roof portal    with a large drooping eye           brags of blue sky the coaches are idling    fretful   to be burdened and go elsewhere the public urinals there's a strong smell of iron are the morning users dehydrated   malnourished or ill ? i feel a little flated elsewhere in the waiting area    a neatly turned out teen     wants to give their seat to the infirm does not     and hurts inside  averting (a public act of courtesy    would   after all   be an embarrassing one) attention back to the importance my friend has ungreeted me   i have wished him ease   and he has passed between the cordons amongst amiable cattle   he pauses at the authorities verification who   in turn    tails them to load up their luggage                     and become their driver                              - goodbye my friend
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Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 5:57 PM UTC
berri bus terminal - morning - late summer
it's all occupied with dark fumes of flatulence       the bus hanger           it's teething and earning      a low ceilinged thrive regularly cleaned the roof portal    with a large drooping eye           brags of blue sky the coaches are idling    fretful   to be burdened and go elsewhere the public urinals there's a strong smell of iron are the morning users dehydrated   malnourished or ill ? i feel a little flated elsewhere in the waiting area    a neatly turned out teen     wants to give their seat to the infirm does not     and hurts inside  averting (a public act of courtesy    would   after all   be an embarrassing one) attention back to the importance my friend has ungreeted me   i have wished him ease   and he has passed between the cordons amongst amiable cattle   he pauses at the authorities verification who   in turn    tails them to load up their luggage                     and become their driver                              - goodbye my friend
neth-jones
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Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 5:57 PM UTC
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