Stuck
Lost in time, she's lost in reality.
She walks backward smoking her cigarette.
In time,
she'll find
herself along these darks streets somewhere;
anywhere.
Smoking her cigarette, she walks backward.
Smoking her cigarette she thinks of us;
thinks of us and begins to fuss.
All the while, she's missed the bus.
Tou'che.
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