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A face on the train
I saw something
So beautiful
Felt it run along my tongue
Send tremors into my spine
I had to stop pretending
Not be so naive
It came in the last downpour
Of her hair across my face
When pressed ever so lightly
The blood it traced
And knowing became nothing
That ever could replace
Just that smile
The greatest wonder
Her love where I go
When into surrender
I return home
Poem written March 2018 and rethought listening to Chet Baker's Almost Blue.
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