Bus Shelter

By ultramarine
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
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I shall pretend that I am in love
As the coat slips over my shoulders
The mint dissolving in my mouth
Only a token
We are dry, we two
With the metal sky over our heads
The drumming of the rain's bullets
As we talk
Of our separate lives
Together for half an hour
Always knowing
We are only friends
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