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XXVIII

the ghost of your

handprint flutters

across my heavily

masked cheek

and i jerk away from

your approaching grip

causing the chair to fall

as i stand to get even

further away from you;

your eyes grow sad

when you realise what

you've done to me in order

to hear me say 'i love you',

when you realise that maybe

i'm just scared of you instead