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With You in Mind

Already, I have doubts
strutting like patent
black crows
on the lawns of my
last reasons.

Already time is like nothing;
like a breath;
like a tear
banished by fingertips.
Already, there are no
no places for me
to hide.

The sun,
when it shines,
blinds my eyes;
but does not melt my heart.

This is the stage
where I made
entrances before;
this is the theatre
in which you yelled

Past mistakes
past lives
past tenses

all come back to haunt me,

every time
we touch.

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