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Specific responses, to begging statements.
Of sophisticated tones, or flat voices indicating.

Failed attempt at love.
A little less, make me hurt.

How do I?
Make her leave!
How do we?
Not us but me.

Can I fit her into the equation?
How?
I see the trees.
A forest better than mine.
I can't live for this anymore.

In reflection I sense shock.
The surface blocks all that shines. 

She is the surface now.
She used to be what shined.
But now the surface blocks all that shines.

Move a bit to the east, could you?
A grace of her, I can not afford.
What can I do?

Make me forget.
How?
Elsewhere!


Alex

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