for those that i have not
spoken
they shall continue to be
so
the bus is coming and it
will not make any difference
whether i
come in or jump out
you will wave your hand
someone will remove his hat as a gesture of honor
i like to think that i shall take a look
but it will not matter
i am inside this bus and
it is
fast and everything flashes
like
drawings erased
on that
blackboard
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