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offering
What would he wish for me--
this man who says he
must be certain
before he speaks
and speaks so casually
of what is my deepest pain?
He knows nothing of the rift
he creates.
Our realities diverge.
And he would forget--but not
allow me--because his ego
exists within my memory.
But he must lose all traces
of the indentions
I have made
into his existence. And I?
I must let him leave
with casual tenderness,
Playing the role he has created
for me.
He will pretend
not to notice the cracks in
the surface because those
flaws could contain, him.
The reflection in those momentary
mirrors could pull
his soul
into my palm. And I?
I shall clench my: hand and
bring it palm up and empty.
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