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It’s the smile that you swap with a stranger

That wave from across the street

The stretching and yawning, first thing in the morning

Then hitting that floor with your feet

It’s the ghost that we all cling on to

When we feel like we just cannot cope

The candle at night, the dark tunnel’s light

That warm arm around you is


By Chris White


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