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I stand and wait for the 115 Or 15 bus to arrive It's cold, I blow an icy vapour with every breath A sea of umbrellas Hoodies Raincoats Dreary faces Longing for freer times since fleeting, since forgotten, since lost Pudless stepped in without hesitation Or avoided with passive agression Like their lives Like ours The water adresses what we can (could) not
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
A rainy day in Budapest
I stand and wait for the 115 Or 15 bus to arrive It's cold, I blow an icy vapour with every breath A sea of umbrellas Hoodies Raincoats Dreary faces Longing for freer times since fleeting, since forgotten, since lost Pudless stepped in without hesitation Or avoided with passive agression Like their lives Like ours The water adresses what we can (could) not
Write this while waiting for the bus and having my coffee.
#budapest#rain#waiting#quick
KNS
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KNS
22/Cisgender Female
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
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