Her Magic Smile by Tom Mullane

A SMILE She brushed past me in the crowded train Her hair a mess from the rain  She stopped and grabbed the rail Which others clung to by a nail She found a gap for her hand I could see in her eyes what she’d planned That’s when I saw she caught my eye And...

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