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Jun 2010
I spend most of my days
on the top level of a double decker bus
Going from one direction in the morning
to another in the afternoon.

The glamor lacks
but the freedom is incredible.
Where will I go?
What will I do?
Will I ever come back to you?

Waking and working
cooking and cleaning
marrying and conceiving
What a dull sad life
most are destined to live

While I enjoy my time
living the lie
of someone who travels
on a double decker bus
Written by
Lauren Michelle
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