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you sit unmoving in my path-
or am i in yours?
we hold our steady gazes
wondering who might move first,
who will be the one
to break the spell of playing dead.
you scurry to the bushes-
the glint of your eyes
from the lamppost beg me to move on.
or am i in yours?
we hold our steady gazes
wondering who might move first,
who will be the one
to break the spell of playing dead.
you scurry to the bushes-
the glint of your eyes
from the lamppost beg me to move on.
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