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On the Bus
The bus wobbles
winding down streets.
You scroll your phone,
trying not to think
Glancing at the sinking sun
home soon
To prepare for the next day
of grinding it out.
But you’re ready,
you know you are.
Ready to find
that someone
To share all
life’s rides with,
whatever wobbles
down winding streets.
winding down streets.
You scroll your phone,
trying not to think
Glancing at the sinking sun
home soon
To prepare for the next day
of grinding it out.
But you’re ready,
you know you are.
Ready to find
that someone
To share all
life’s rides with,
whatever wobbles
down winding streets.
Published 11th Nov 2023
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