The next time that I caught my own reflection It was on its way - TopicsExpress



          

The next time that I caught my own reflection It was on its way to meet you Thinking of excuses to postpone. You never looked like yourself from the side But your profile could not hide The fact you knew I was approaching your throne. With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache, Stood and puffed your chest out like youd never lost a war And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 17:19:40 +0000

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