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Jan 2021
I don't recognise any
Of the things
You sing:
Whispered tunes,
Broken lyrics.
Behind you,
I stand:
Amongst the ruins.
But when you're
Wearing headphones
And I catch your eye,
I'm transported
Into song.
Written by
Sam Lawrence  52/M/London
(52/M/London)   
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