Drunk girls, men with suitcases and travelers from faraway shores, they came and went. But I still sat there, waiting.
Purple, then a delayed yellow,
but no pink.
A girl, with the will to impress her friends,
attempted to balance an empty bottle of water on her nose.
A passer by took a photo. The girl stumbled.
Another yellow, a purple, but still no pink.
I sat waiting, for a train that would never arrive.
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