busses and trains.

I want to hop on a bus
At the closest stop
And trust me,
I know how boring it must seem
To ride aimlessly
In circles

But I have had a day
And I want nothing more
Than an aimless circle
As that's all
The days
And weeks
And years
And routines
And lives
Really are, anyway

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◄ secondhand smoke.

subway tracks. ►

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