Finding
You’d think
In an
island as small as this
I’d bump
into you
Somehow
But the
serrated lines
Of my train
map
Seek to
separate us
So I am
continually searching
In circles
And lines
At opposite
ends, at my wit’s ends
You’d think
In this day
and age
It’d be
easier to arrange
Serendipity.
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in trying to locate some personal files, i stumbled upon what might be one of my best pieces of writing in some time...
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