Published March 20nd, 2018

A student stood at the curb
Waiting for his ride to arrive.

I hurried my way back home.

Our paths would collide.

Discomfort arose
From this momentary presence.

We hid in our phones
To escape ourselves
And everything else unpleasant.
Fooling With Famitracker || Asphyxiate
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