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Tuesday, 26 November 2013

I Never Saw Her


       I never saw her in the daytime. We seemed to live by night. What was left of the day went away like a pack of cigarettes you smoked. I didn't know where she lived. I never followed her. All i ever had to go on was a place and a time to see her again. I don't know what we were waiting for. Maybe we thought the world would end.

Jeff  Bailey
Out of the Past
1947

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Out of the Past

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