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May 2018
You were a shy world with
Glasses and a leather jacket
On our long, dark transit;

Your contacts had hearts attached,
Your eyes were natural
And your hair classical and tall;

You'd twiddle your thumbs on your Samsung
And ride Route A with the night,
There I sat, on the seat to the right
Looking at the little light
On our pitch black bus.
I'll never see you again, but I wish I could.
Emmennarr
Written by
Emmennarr  20/M/California
(20/M/California)   
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   david mitchell
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