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February 5th, 2007, 12:01 PM
Standing on the corner of Branton Way. A Man, a women.
He moves to the left, seeking shelter.
She moves down the road, seeking warmth.

Although they have left, their hearts beat together.

Walking through a busy crowd.
Shopping on his own.
They catch a glimpse of the other.

They're thoughtd link together.

He catches a bus, into the centre of town.
She takes the car out to the country.

Yet they see each other.

She falls through the sky.
He catches her.

Their hearts beat as one.