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Apr 2010
Every day
The train
There
And back again
A face
Yours
In the crowd
I smile
You shine
Fingers touch
A shock
We retreat
To recover
And wait
Another day

Then alone
I make the journey
For weeks
Months
Truth descends
Reality hits home
I will never see you again
- From Emotional Swings & Round-a-bouts
David I Phillips
Written by
David I Phillips  York
(York)   
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