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A BUS STOP

This is a poem I wrote while pacing and getting stuck in my own thoughts. It started out as a short poem to describe a villain with a broken, sad sort of beauty and turned into this. Now, I’ m not quite sure what it symbolizes (or maybe I am; you ’ll never know), but I hope that you can write your own meaning into my words.

Honourable Mention Natalia P. | 13 years old Tsawwassen Library

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