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Diner



A look

A smile

A touch

  From you

A diner’s

Booth

Alone

  With you.

 

Your eyes

By candles

Shining

  Blue

A diner’s

Booth

Alone

  With you.

 

Beating

Hearts

In rhythm

  True

A diner’s

Booth

Alone

  With you.

 

Abandoned

Pasts

To futures

New

 A diner’s

Booth

Alone

  With you.

 

A diner’s

Booth

Alone

  No clue

No eyes

No smile

No trace

  Of you.