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Sep 12
Another cold morning
Next to the paint-chipped bus stop sign.
A weeping heart can never board
When a bus has never reached the spot.
Still, there is faith in the music of
Approaching tires on the pavement,
But for now, there is only a light breeze.
Written by
Andi Leigh  30/Non-binary/United States
(30/Non-binary/United States)   
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