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Oct 2016
Whenever I get down into the station,
I get a fluttering of nervousness.
When I come up off the escalator,
And you're standing there -
Au Bon Pain in hand -
I get a rush.

We've spoken once and we were ill timed this morning.
Today I was prepared -
Determined.
Much to my dismay, you were nowhere to be found.

Blue headphones.
Green eyes.
I transferred alone at Grand Central.
A follow up to Subway Connections. Kim and I never truly connected but there's no harm in trying.
Tim S
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Tim S  29/M/New York City
(29/M/New York City)   
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