Omnia Vinicit Amor
prose and poetry of Joshua Labajo
Monday, 16 February 2015
A Boy In A Bus
Weary-eyed,
trying to hide
his revolt.
Lulled to sleep
by a flock
of sad songs,
not jumping sheep.
In the hopes
of being candid,
he said he didn't
want to wake up,
so he never did.
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