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lonesome jazz

careless whispers

buzzed on the bus;

and i sat alone

in seat with my

head facing the

outside world.

it, too, looked

busy - occupying

itself with bodies

of people, rushing

up and down streets,

each with secrets

in their pockets;

and suddenly,

i didn't feel as

alone as i did then.

slouching in my

seat with music

playing in my ears,

i occupied myself

with sleep

for the rest

of the way.

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maggie-4

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Published: Jan 1, 2014
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