Monday, July 14, 2014

Xerox

There's the surface we climb on 
Speaking to without explaining 
There's us , just happening 
Like a whisper and a passer passing by 
Waiting for an on coming train
There's just a chance 
One chance 
I'm not a beggar 
I'm just asking you 
Not to say good bye
If anything 
It's your eyes 
Your words 
Your smile 
You 
Me 
Can't be copied 

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