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Behind (subject)
Behind a thick glass
I cannot hear you.
I feel silly
when I watch.
I hide my face behind my hands,
peek at you from between my fingers.
I don't want
my breath to touch you.
I grow my eyes
into suns behind you.
I cannot hear you.
I feel silly
when I watch.
I hide my face behind my hands,
peek at you from between my fingers.
I don't want
my breath to touch you.
I grow my eyes
into suns behind you.
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