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Jun 18
All morning,
Same bus,
Same seat.

She's wearing her long black pants,
A warm smile,
And classic bright eyes.

I should, but I don't have the courage to talk to her.
I don't know why I'm so afraid.
I don't even know her.

But something attracts me.
I don't know what it is.
But it attracts me.
Mystery of an authentic soul
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Mystery of an authentic soul  Other/Submerged in the System
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