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We look at each other and somehow see everything that we don't have. Train still empty but for the three of us. We remember back to when we were angels spreading dust over the city to try to make it better. We remember hearing of the other's lives and wishing that it were ours. That I had had the courage to write or I had had the courage to love other men. We seen in each other the better half. Our reflections without the flaws.