It was the strangest thing today
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I saw new footprints in abandoned pathways.
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Beneath forgotten undergrowth something stirring again.
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You were a single red blood cell but I lost you in the knot of capillaries
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But you were bringing me oxygen when I needed it most in the smoke.
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And you were always as far as Mongolia,
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As close as my clothes,
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Your presence pervading,
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But it still never shows.
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As close as the answer I never quite know,
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Or can't quite remember.
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Your distance insidious,
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As soft as a blow.
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Your shadow is with me wherever I go.
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It's on the tip of my tongue but still I never quite know,
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Or can't quite remember.
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I don't quite remember.
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The forced proximity of a million different Mike Leigh movies
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Makes me long for the fresh air of a familiar face
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And not the violence of loneliness
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Nor the unease of surrounded seclusion.
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I keep nearly missing you around corners and in passing trains.
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And if I'd known that you weren't so far away,
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That you were never that far away
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I could've rode this train smiling.
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Smiling At Strangers On Trains
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Frank Turner |