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The stale taste in your mouth grating only remedied by more mints that melt away into only more staleness. some of your body is too warm and some of it cool some of it itches from this shuttle bus seat which has crumbs from the last person who sat here. The livid clouds outside are shifting across the sky, shirking nightfall, the street lamps fulgurating, giving the bus interior a ghastly glow. there is not enough to look at, to listen to, to do, just the temporary sensations of ******* on peppermint altoids, tapping on your phone, pressing your shoe heel into the soft skin of your thigh, feeling ugly but more tired than ugly under that harsh aisle seat light. Home soon, and not home soon enough.
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Jul 21, 2024
Jul 21, 2024 at 8:44 PM UTC
Going home
The stale taste in your mouth grating only remedied by more mints that melt away into only more staleness. some of your body is too warm and some of it cool some of it itches from this shuttle bus seat which has crumbs from the last person who sat here. The livid clouds outside are shifting across the sky, shirking nightfall, the street lamps fulgurating, giving the bus interior a ghastly glow. there is not enough to look at, to listen to, to do, just the temporary sensations of ******* on peppermint altoids, tapping on your phone, pressing your shoe heel into the soft skin of your thigh, feeling ugly but more tired than ugly under that harsh aisle seat light. Home soon, and not home soon enough.
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Jul 21, 2024
Jul 21, 2024 at 8:44 PM UTC
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