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Limbo Is draping across two bus seats At two in the morning On an empty highway Surrounded by vast grasslands En route to Chicago And praying to a god That you don't belive in That you'll get more Than two hours of sleep Or Failing that Wifi that actually works In this silent, half sleeping Microcosm
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
Limbo
Limbo Is draping across two bus seats At two in the morning On an empty highway Surrounded by vast grasslands En route to Chicago And praying to a god That you don't belive in That you'll get more Than two hours of sleep Or Failing that Wifi that actually works In this silent, half sleeping Microcosm
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
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