her eyes, eyeing his mouth,
mouthing little lies, he lies on the ground
grounded in this moment, momentarily heightened
"what am I to do?" asks he
he waits, waiting on a reply not given.
given the situation, situated on the streets
streets full of people, people - nameless ones who don't care
caring was something he didn't show enough
enough to make her want to stay near
nearby, a bus stops.
"stop crying" says she.
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