Rain drips down making sure my face stays a mask.
I listen as you pop in and out of dead zones.
I need soy milk and snack mix, I say.
Someone pulls up and looks at me like I was a ghost.
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Words - S
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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