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Jan 2011
Thank you speeding car
Outside my window, louder then her breathing
For snapping my attention back to the moment,
To thinking of her, instead of her

You do not know your significance
You never will
Maybe you’re the stranger I helped up the day before
It’s a weird way of thanking me

We will help each other a thousand times over
Before we are gone from this world
Just as every stranger helps me
And I them.
Written by
Graham L Martin
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