The Shared Setlist

lilmoonxx

We’re sitting on the same bus,

both of us staring out the window

with our wires tangled in our pockets.

I can hear the bass from your muffled buds -

the same bridge, the same high note.

We don’t say a word,

but for three minutes, we’re the same person.

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  • Atticus_made

    very nice! I enjoy the descriptiveness of it all as well

  • sorenbarrett

    Something to share makes us the same. Nicely written



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