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Aug 2014
The school bus window framed a weary shoulder and a pensive eye,
All lit up by highway headlights.
It glistened a good extra through the rain.

He wore Sunday best on a Friday night,
surrounded by people who pushed his name through their mouths like loose change through a parking meter.

He went upstairs with no one,
But for some reason it was harder to open the doors.
scenes from the passenger seat
Kalani Nicolle
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