The ground is wet and, you haven’t arrived yet.
My teeth hug my lips, as i swallow                                  aware you are getting closer.
I hear your words caressing my legs,
my eyelids are rest, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â and my breath grows faster.
This daydream consumes me
as I sit,
waiting for your gaze
to light up this train station.
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