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Abstract
I confessed I was drifting from you.
Days later, your hand in mine,
you reminded me, in hopeful mockery,
of what I'd said.
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I confessed I was drifting from you.
Days later, your hand in mine,
you reminded me, in hopeful mockery,
of what I'd said.