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I pulled my collar 
Around my neck
And gripped myself
In the brief moment
When the train sped through the 
I tried to fight off the chill I felt
When she came in his arms
I could feel it 
Miles away
As she opened her eyes 
And smiled at me through his eyes
Deep in my bones
She had broken the connection
Giving him everything that 
Had been mine.
Would he ever know
Sweating and exhausted
Beside her
Smelling the lilac 
In her blonde hair
That she would never be his
As she had never been mine

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