I once took a shot in the back of a bus. It was full, it was 12:20, class was just dismissed. On the window water and dirt ensured our privacy apart from, well... all the people also on the bus.
Other times it was just us, no one else, but the driver of the bus. The tires, the streets, the petrol and all the many things that allowed our trips. It was just me and you sitting after school on the back of the bus.
I once saw something awful through the window of that bus. You were looking the other way and said nice weather or something of that sort. Sometimes, if I'm honest, I don't remember the bus at all.
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Lemon Drop
RandomPoems, rants and, short stories. Old and new. Lemon drop up in the sky.
