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- Love comes-
Silent as gas
And uninvited.
Hypnotised by snowflakes
That shiver in your eyes.
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- Waiting for the train
On Sunday afternoon,
Faceless bodies scurry
As epitaphs gather letters.
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- Time- it eats into us,
And I sit by the map,
Lost as a foreigner could be.
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