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It comes
Roaring down the lane
Warping my hopes
Into pure memory
Just out of reach
But moving closer
Closer
All the time
I run
Faster and faster
My legs, like thunder
It’s not too late!
I can make it!
The man in blue shrugs
And pulls the lever
And then
It is gone
And I am left at the corner
And where it was
Now is nothingness
Stupid bus system