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My mind on a turmoil,
I boarded a bus to nowhere
Hoping to escape it all
The conductor,
His mouth full of khat,
Smelling like he took a dive in brew pool
Shouted last passenger,
Then boarded a petite beautiful young lady
Her thoughts seemed wondering
Her eyes lost
Sat next to me
Apologetically requested, open the windows Abit
And asked for a hanky,
Help I did
Suddenly, in tears she bursted.
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