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Poem-i think

You say this never bothered you
But this was that
And that was surely part of this...

Whatever this is.

I see fingertips tapping merciless on the counter top

And to great surprise they aren't mine.

I wait as you wait
And I cry as you try
And try

And he knocks on my bedroom door
As dove eggs cracking painlessly upon the floor

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