5:29

[heartcha]

As though you knew, you looked my way
I was curled up in that oversized chair
I thought to myself, 'Don't make eye contact'
When you are exposed, then you are weak.

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[wokig]

Without that seemly conflagrant stare
there can be no growth in our garden;
with its denial comes a settling loneliness
like the stolid frost of antiquity.