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For Susannah
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For Susannah

I waited for the bus on that morning.
Cold and Shivering, then I saw you advancing,
And I warmed. Your beauty is forever
Over these motrals, gorgeous, yet i've
Never spoken to you; not once, never asking -
'How are you? '

I'm scared always and
Frightened of a withdrawal -
'Who are you? '

So run mate, run and never look back -
Your insecurity is forever pursuing.

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