Different Levels of Broken
Shelters are pit stops for those who ride scooters all day. They're never late for anything: no boss. Broken, but they're having fun. I wave from my office window. I smirk from my secured post. I gaze from my office window. I weep from my bus seat, as I ride home, broken.
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