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Oct 2017
When you pay for the last latte
desperate for a clean breakΒ 
which is not the case
I'm afraid.
Both want to say the same.
Time is running out
while we are sitting
reading each other’s minds
the thing we never used to do
but we do now.
Never felt so out of words.
Written by
Lena Pine
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