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a poet bit my arm..

I stood silent watching our 'favorite' band.

there is nothing left

- just space

- a great expanse of ocean

- the fear there might be a drowning.

counting trains as a constant

walking away losing mid sentence

This is all wrong.

I am trying.

Don't mean to look so bored and unimpressed.

I am not.

It's just all wrong.

and I am left wondering who is that light that I watch across the trainline and do they know the filthy side of love?

the then the now