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Poetry written on my phone whilst daydreaming on the underground. Eyes on the departure board. Tripping on the uneven curb. Kicked up dust ambles into amber hues of sunset. As unexpected as the last time. The same swell of feelings, teasing each other, daring each other to unleash all they remember. In that plume of dust, the curb vanishes. The phone in my hand morphs into a tattered passport. Sweating in the heat of this rusting old car, I wipe my brow, for I must see. She knew this was the last goodbye.