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2d
Since you refrained
                From my smile
I cannot trust your chair
Its arms won't hold me tight
                                      It reflects us
I've started picking
At that which binds it

Footsteps soften
                          A door latch drops
The silence
Between that
               And a fumbled key
The distance between
I love you and it's over
I don’t know where I sit
                   But I cannot trust your chair
Simon Bridges
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Simon Bridges
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