In the corridor
Every time I look at her
Always a big smile

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Full of dignity
In front of man-made tin gods
Kneeling before whom

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Asking in prison
Which side is behind bars
The guard points at me

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Drunk men in the bus
The very first eye contact
Do you have a smoke

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The student suffers
The question is not asked yet
The teacher suffers

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Waiting for the train
Attention platform seven
Lights in the tunnel

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In the afternoon
Please call me when you read this
Signed with coffee stains

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When we hear kissing
What language does it sound like
Waiting for the words

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Three escalators
One goes up, the other goes down
Out of order sign

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Asking for the way
Right then left then right again
Until you are there

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The candle is lit
She is all wet already
The wick in the wax

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Writing poetry
Something lies dormant in me
Burping and farting

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Very long cables
Apartments with old modems
Minos' labyrinth

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