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Monday 18 March 2013

Humiliation.


Show me your face: falling.
I want to see the reflection
Of your heart sinking
(sugar on the top)

I know this anticipation is pushing adrenaline
I can see the flicker of a shadow in your eyes.

Your doubt creeps through your blood. and mine.
Your face refuses to connect.
I am here, unsure of you,
Or the time.
Yet we smile like we know our lifetimes.
Faux. This is the end.
We will lose something special.
But was it even special?