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It’s a race against time, As if I’ve just committed a crime. You were at the back of the line, I was up front craning my neck in serpentine. Trying to memorise your face, In a sea of strangers in this crowded place. We finally make eye contact, And for a split second I know for a fact. That a simple “hello, nice to meet you” Would be the start of something new.
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 3:34 AM UTC
I met you at an airport
It’s a race against time, As if I’ve just committed a crime. You were at the back of the line, I was up front craning my neck in serpentine. Trying to memorise your face, In a sea of strangers in this crowded place. We finally make eye contact, And for a split second I know for a fact. That a simple “hello, nice to meet you” Would be the start of something new.
JMoney
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 3:34 AM UTC
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