Sitting here in the brokedown bus
Wondering what will become of us
She sits and listens to her thigh
knowing soon she will be so high
the rain ripples against her skin
she lifts one hand and slides right in
She moves her hand against her spine
knowing all will be just fine
Skin and muscle rips apart
no body now just this art
her soul moves up against the sky
her own skilled hand can make her fly
Sitting alone in the brokedown bus
She knows now that there is no us.
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