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I see you just below the surface,
You break through
Fighting for air.
You make it clear that
We can share about love and the past.
The present is an oozing scab
That remains bandaged
And guarded.
I am learning the rules.
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This is how it works.
You are on your side
And I am on mine,
And I know that this imperfect communion
Is the closest and warmest intimacy
You can muster right now.
What may appear to be
Guarded coldness
May be the first crack
In a wall built to protect
That we both know may
Be the death of you.
