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May 2019
waiting for the bus
the bus I can't get on
the bus I dream of

I think she's inside
I'm waiting to sit down

I'll say good morning now
I'll say have a good day
I promise

I'll lean my head against the window and listen to music like I used to

that wasn't too long ago
maybe a decade
or a century
when I waited outside in the rain
the hot sun pouring down
mosquitoes eating up my legs

waiting for the bus
I wish I could step on
        one more time
take me home
I know you will
eileen
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eileen
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