On this metal bench, I can't help but notice
the stream of beings pouring out of that building
and into the street; seemingly unaware of each story
that surrounds them.
The stream of beings pouring out of that building
everyday at 12:30pm
only exchange quick glances and held doors
to those who are lucky.
Everyday at 12:30pm
the red-haired girl with the blue backpack
calls her family to just to make sure
her brothers got to school on time.
On this metal bench, I can't help but notice
that no one else seems to pay mind to people like
the red-haired girl with the blue backpack
that actually has a story to tell.
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