The Traffic of Love
She’s stuck somewhere.
She doesn’t know where.
A hooded man came,
With a smell that seemed familiar.
He smiled crookedly.
She just nodded.
Then there… where it all started.
Days, months, and years passed...
Then there…
The green light stopped.
The red light appeared.
That’s it…
The signal they are waiting for.
Before, it was two five one five.
Now, it’s one five left.
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