I woke up on the 26 bus
It goes straight to his house
26 is also in his number
And in mine
Maybe it’s the universe telling me something
Maybe it’s just a coincidence
But I hope its not
His hands reach out
When he’s single
9th grade
We made out in the movie theatre
It wasn’t a date
Because
I paid
Then in my school’s bathroom
Never at his
Only at mine
Empty breathing
Shallow short leaps of breathe
Full lungs
26 26 26
26 in his number
26 in mine
The 26th bus to his
I pull the awful rope
Then the bus stops
I get off
I can see his house
His figure
Slips Sink
Into the door frame
His hands open
He sinks
I sink into him
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can I ask what template you are using? I like the simplistic design
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It’s just the most basic WordPress design, with the color scheme being as close to WordPress’ own as possible.
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26 is als
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26 is also my number — a magical number for me
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I love your idea of telling stories of the people on the 26 bus and look forward to reading more.
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