Topic: words waiting for music
sit and sense the way we touch
inches or miles apart
self contained within our skins
and all the time together
pairing off in twos or clans
friends or not we co-exist
pushing each other off the stage
but huddled close against the weather
23rd May 2006
Posted by Ali
at 13:25 BST
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Updated: Monday, 9 October 2006 13:21 BST
Updated: Monday, 9 October 2006 13:21 BST