Partially disguised running on the platform
People in their thirties walked in pairs and trios
Some drunk and some stoned
The evening inhaled the last breaths of the afternoon
Came walking and crossed my path like a black cat
This night no trains were coming in, just longing
Big bulb lamp light was just starting to glow
She saw my face under the scarf
I failed to conceal myself
People search faces, I wouldn't give mine
The night forced me into an embrace, tempted me kindly
I had no idea of who she was
I wasn't inebriated so searched my memory
But the only memory I had was the current one being created
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