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Graham loves Anita

Graham loves Anita

As she danced “baby you’re so gonna miss that train”
Grahams agreement smile was exactly the same.
Now, in his mind and when he was last in that place.

Graham woke pretty much halfway to Budapest,
Drifted to a dense sleep searching for a lost scent.
Five years since, on the same line, the same hard luck bed.

He found her next in Venice near the opera house,
Similar chord progressions saw them crave lost hours.
The last boat left, she was once again to him, lost.

The few left triggers waved bye, his imagination waned,
Graham slowly lost Anita in a headrush of fate.
Merely dust, rust, tinted sepia, rose till he was late.


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