Bus Stop
By navi01
Streetlights snickering, a soul is flickering beneath whose head is wreathed in mystification, her candy eyes lost in the skies leaking and reeking of contemplation. Swept away from the sleepy street and the weepy sleet, she scrapes the bottom of her seclusion. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 09:56 AM PST other
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"Streetlights snickering, ..."