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Bus 2

A knobby kneed, crooked back, gimp mimic asked me for a smoke today

With turmoil of disgust, yet somewhere inside my freight-less morals and empathy filled heart, I felt sad for this creature

She discussed her where a bouts of why she was to travel to the next bus terminal

She discussed such events that lead her to use crack ******* explaining so tediously

how this man and that man were her men charging 30 bucks a ******* of their *****

Along with the fusing bubbles spewing from each corner of her split lip and infection bound mouth,

I gathered my thoughts, where as she ***** money..

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Nov 2, 2012
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