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A crinkle of newspaper The simple sideways glance And a half hidden grin. A shyness that stops And a hope that intrudes The next stop is mine But you're here to stay What a question I'll ask What if everything All I wanted Was simply waiting One seat over.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
The Subway
A crinkle of newspaper The simple sideways glance And a half hidden grin. A shyness that stops And a hope that intrudes The next stop is mine But you're here to stay What a question I'll ask What if everything All I wanted Was simply waiting One seat over.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
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