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The bus is groaning continuously,
The winds roar ferociously
But life continued normally
When the wind blew you the other way.
You sit beside me
And we talk casually
As if it has only been a day
And for a moment
The memory of your choices fades away.
Then the moment passes
And I must pretend your actions
Did not remould my heart like clay.
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