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how do you incite the chill
like ice frosted lips grazing my neck
pulling me into a shiver of reflex
when there's nothing there at all
how can I hear your call
when memory plays with my perception
with what was infringing on the now
and the heart rebelling against the head
how do I see you at all
you're two steps in front or behind
not beside to smile or laugh with me
or when it was right, cry as well
how did it presage my fall
into the things I try to forget
impeding my what-could-be's now
with yesterday's might-have-been's
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