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Seoul Bus


The smell of perfume 

of shuffling innards

And the queasy stench of sweat

 

Whispers on the phone

Covert conversations of bank accounts 

And cheaters

 

The subversive suspicions of passengers 

A waiting game for the next 

Open seat

 

It's a bus ride

On the streets of Seoul

After work.

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