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Here I sit, this bus stop This inbetween A liminal space Possibility, all that we are Can be described in these places Uncertain, possible The promise of going But no set destination I hear two strangers Talking about relationships The desire to be with someone Clutching, scrabbling for something Anything, this is human
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 6:11 AM UTC
Bus stop
Here I sit, this bus stop This inbetween A liminal space Possibility, all that we are Can be described in these places Uncertain, possible The promise of going But no set destination I hear two strangers Talking about relationships The desire to be with someone Clutching, scrabbling for something Anything, this is human
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18/M/Liminal space
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 6:11 AM UTC
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