Poem: Her head leaning against the bus window

If the past had not been so fucked.

Then it would of worked.

Hell just knowing that was painful.

A delirious fever.

A waking catharsis.

Almost unbearable.

As she passed.

As beautiful as always.

Her headphones stuck in.

And.

Her head leaning against the bus window.

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