Bus Stop

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I have a friend that's very nice.

She gets dropped off the first stop.

We ride the bus together,

like new friends.

We talk like normal.


But,

She leaves on the first stop

While I stop on the second.

She just leaves.

Says goodbye and gone.


I surely already miss her.

It's not a dream.

Will I see her again?

I hope so.


The next day comes.

Here we are again.

Talking like normal.

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