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Dec 2012
Bus
Grey seats
Black hair peeking out
Dandruff covered
Like snow on a black cat.

Window seat
Thank god no one sat beside me
Condensation like sticky toddler hands
Gripping for the remote acceptance
From peers

HOT 105.5 blasting
I wonder why I don't know any of these songs.
Where have I been?
Is this their norm?
Was this my norm?
Vivian
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Vivian  24/F
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