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Traffic

A shiver runs down my spine,

As you hold me close to you.

The sounds of the traffic,

Muted behind us,

The whizzing vehicles behind us,

Looking like passing comets in the atmosphere,

Your grip on me,

Like the gravitational force of earth,

The loud whistle of the traffic policeman,

Making everything come back to normal.

Amongst the busy Thursday traffic,

You saving me from getting hit,

But failing to stop me,

For falling for you.

 
 
 

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