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Jul 2016
The future and the present sit,
Like magpies in a tree,
Reminding you how bad you’ve been,
And how bad you still might be.

I wish I had not seen them there,
Something else had held my gaze.
So now I would not have to worry,
How I spend my days.

But I see you and I see her,
And the air is strangely filled,
With the knowledge that at any moment,
I could end up killed.

I love her but I want you.
Exciting, frightening, cruel,
I love the pain I feel right now,
I’m danger’s dancing fool.

The floor is cracking round my feet,
Like ice about to break,
And I will fall and curse the risks
That lovers always take.
Richard Wishart
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