Josh by Kori | Written 7/31/17
We don’t talk.
Hate filled ears are listening.
Connected to hateful minds.
The Q51 took us to nowhere.
Those minutes from the school door,
to my stop were those I cherished.
Our friendship grew naturally,
I think we had the same home problems,
but just talked about tv and bullies.
Find me lurking below:
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