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I take a second, Pondering the strange situation I've found myself in. "How are you?" Mom said don't talk to strangers, Is he a stranger? This man I see on the subway Everyday? "I'm fine, thanks" My heart is pounding, The sentance has taken my breath away. He's a stranger I decide, I finger my trusty phone, My safe place in the screen. "Buisness?" I ignore him, Because saying something would be rude. I pretend not to hear. My breath slows, My heart calms itself. And conversation dies. Two sentances. That's all we had.
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
RIP Conversation
I take a second, Pondering the strange situation I've found myself in. "How are you?" Mom said don't talk to strangers, Is he a stranger? This man I see on the subway Everyday? "I'm fine, thanks" My heart is pounding, The sentance has taken my breath away. He's a stranger I decide, I finger my trusty phone, My safe place in the screen. "Buisness?" I ignore him, Because saying something would be rude. I pretend not to hear. My breath slows, My heart calms itself. And conversation dies. Two sentances. That's all we had.
kayla-morrison
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
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