Have I grown weak
in this
time
Can I write as well
from angst's
absence
Sandwiched 'tween
you an' me
these lines
Mine read backwards
upstream
yours spill freely
down
in my imagination
runny
Outside the lines
lashes on my ears
flutter
The top
of a new layer
is revealed
and we
are deeper
than ever
wherever
there are
depths
this is
broad spectrum
poetry here
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