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Feb 2014
It was a token meeting,
just a glance,
nothing but
a quick stare
a millennia ago,
ice & jade &
shades of sienna,
a romance unspoken.

I got on the train
& you sat there smiling
under golden curls,
as if you knew
all the answers
to all the riddles
of the universe,
and I had
schedules to keep.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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