Some words i scribbled on a train

How many dejected faces can you detect on the tube?

only a few with a descending view like you

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How much ink spilled?

How many words wasted

how many lines spun

in an attempt to capture

time’s run

–

as fingers linger stuck in the rut

of faffing and grappling for more

with everything we were

spreading across the floor

–

I only ever wanted

to be yours

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simply

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awfully

–

yours.