The pretty girl on the bus

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2012

I am trapped with her on this bus,
She is beside me in the blacken window,
Looking back into my soul,
She sees the sorrow,
She won’t lie,
She is there and I can’t escape her in the lines and shades of homes and lampposts,
She is there,
Just looking at me,
Staring straight through me,
Past you,
I am trapped by her and I cannot escape her words in my mind,
"Sure you lost him, but its ok, you found me"

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