Recoil

I stare over my coffee cup
Take care not to mix you up
With some other me

I share your arm movement
Bare skin of singular intent
Meant for all to see

There is little now that stirs
I defer to my memory
Despair; flair is not to be

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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