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Catched fingers,
My eyes are squeezed shut - if I can't see it
Then it will never happen.
You are every exposed muse
Holding tight onto me, but looking the other way.
I thought that my merge would devolve
Like a wave in a trough, all moving away
Around, apart.
Squeeze me closer
Though when I look round you'll be gone,
My clothes will still be dented with the furrows of your hands