The ice cold air bites my face
The lights on the the bus flash
The doors open
I feel the warm heat hug my body as if the bus was a giant heater
I step on to the bus
I Find a seat
Sit down and look out the window
The outside world is blurry
I wipe away the cold condensation
I see the silently loud world through the small wiped area
The sky is the color of her hair
Amber smiles
And fire crys
The cold are bites me again
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The Words She Wishes She Said
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