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 "Ordinary"
 "Ordinary"
I forgot-
Where I was standing
To care
What the people said.
How cold
My breath could be.
The stinging
Inside my body.

And there was orange
All over us.
And on the streets,
From the lamps-
Like stars.

And there were people
Like us
Everywhere.
Invisible
And outside
Our world.
And we
Stood inside
Our own.
Unreal
To them.

And no one cared
If we talked
About the weather.
And how ordinary
It was
That your arms
Were so warm.
And how plain
It would have looked
If I laid my head
On your shoulder.
And it didn't matter
To anyone
If I believed
That you
Would be there
Tomorrow.

I bet we made
Such a site.

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