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Wild reflection
The shake of her digits
as the she
with palm up high
gazed at I,
knowing all the while
mine reflection
was wild
The pane betwixt us
thick as ice,
as the he
over her shoulder
intently, with nervous;
did construed why
His beam from
beginning to end
did declare pronouncement,
not with lips
yet with eyes;
good-by !
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