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Expectant

I know the door you're

Speaking of,

And you're right.

It is

Shut -

Firmly

Tight.

Love seeps through,

Overtaking my view,

Breathing promises

of

No looks back.

While

Red emotion

Slips through,

Obscuring my view,

With such ease,

Spilling

Right through the

Cracks.

I feel gusts of

You,

Whisping bits of me to

The spaces you wish

We'd go -

Though it's the

Heavier parts

That can't quite start

Flying -

Afraid

Of the

Multiplous

Ways to go.

--

It's Me

That gets

Left behind.

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