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That’s What It’s All About, Isn’t It?

There are tears on the tube,
fuelled by the fear of losing love.
That’s what it’s all about,
isn’t it?
That rush we rip ourselves apart for,
that never seems stable enough to stay too long,
that’s what it’s all about.
She looks in my eyes,
my brooding, broken by booze eyes,
and she looks, no, she stares, like she has come across something special,
and the fear fades,
trickling down the floor of the carriage,
into the gutter of the tightly closed train door,
running away from me,
as time does,
but never her.
She never runs,
no matter how much I push.
That’s what it’s all about,
isn’t it?

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