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I’ve known many people well and with love, It's difficult to suggest what I’m thinking of; I knew them time over time again, we’d laugh to stay sane smiling politely to strangers who’s faces were all the same. I’ve known many people well and with love, They couldn’t always know what it was I thought of; We’d serve drinks, food, fold clothes only reveal what we chose when calculating in corners or bantering loudly over bar. I’ve known many people well and with love, I know what I’m saying isn’t unheard of; Public and repetitive and social I'd say, is the bond that we'd share before we all moved away, Where we’d discover a new few who'd undoubtedly say, I’ve known many people well and with love, You yourself are one of the friends I speak of.
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Columbusphere
27 / F / UK
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Written by
Columbusphere
27 / F / UK
Published
Nov 25, 2018
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30·137
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Just got home from work and was thinking of past jobs and past people i've known in that way that you do, on the surface in a service job environment. and this is what jumped out of my head.

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