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There's a woman in here with me now waiting for the same train - fiftyish, she's wearing a bobble-hat and brown boots and think stripey tights - looks a bit funny, really, but I like her, I think - we smile at each other a lot.
In the black glass over her shoulder I keep catching sight of my face - and I can see a light on the next platform, I think - it's moving in the wind.
Oh God - why's it so cold? Why's it have to be so cold? Written by Matt | ||
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