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Aug 2011
I missed the bus
a mechanical failure
and worried about home.
It would still be there
I knew that
but something had broken down.
I was late
behind myself
I had nightmarish thoughts
of escaping myself
and not being able to catch up.

I met myself years later
by chance
by a bus stop
but ran away again
before I could speak.
Written by
G Rhydian Morgan
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