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Apr 2012
Sitting at the bus stop bench
Making odd faces to the rain

Watching for a bus that never comes
Distracted by the city light and noise

Wood rot, cement legs, poor paint job
Advertisement ghosts peeling and flaking away

Stranded here on a forgotten bus stop bench
Waiting for a bus that never comes
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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