The clearest fog as I enter with you; they’re no longer needed,
So into your hands and I see you, close and true,
You’re not the first with a curious eye,
And you look at me with perfect disinterest,
You look at me with perfect disinterest,
and I back and silent with admiration, honesty,
Off and a knowing embrace,
Off and a you’re still all I can see, the sharpest blur.
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