A man on a bus
He sits in the back
Looks out at the rain and
Sighs
A man on a bus
His fingers cold
He rubs them together swiftly
Friction creates heat
A man on a bus
Scrutinizes other
Passengers
Which to tell?
A man on a bus
Walks up to my seat
I lean in
He tells me his secret.
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