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Feb 2016
No one looks pretty on a big yellow bus
The cold whistles through the cracked windows
finding a way to intertwine itself in your hair,
your head hangs low
with your tired eyes barely open at all,
sitting empty and broken in the fake leather seat
It looks as if you've been alone forever
obnoxious
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   Cecil Miller
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