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Underground
They'd seen each other on the
Tube, followed day after day by glances and
Hesitant smiles and he'd meant to
Make his move
Break the ice but then came
Lock-down.
Now he's mobile again, wondering if
She'll sense the smile beneath his mask
But there's no sign of her
Is she scared to emerge, furloughed or God forbid, sick?
Will he see her again?
Last night he watched T...
Friday 15th May 2020 11:35 am
Numbers
I’m not what it says on my passport
I’m not what the picture reveals
Deep inside is another me
Someone you cannot see
I’m not what it says on my badge
that picture is another me
He goes to work and makes all the money
The money he spends for me
I’m not what it says on the form
That’s nothing to do with me
And the reference number is just a num...
Sunday 28th July 2013 9:42 pm
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