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Conversations— once had– —

Strangely—pushed –each other—

Daring eyes, carefully chosen, words

In imagination invent the person we want-

We dance the dark calling to madness’s edge-

Simply we care what the other thinks-

Long stares unable to fulfill—

We outline our fears—

Love cuts like a knife

WE as yet—not stolen the night

Peril, mingle, dark places—

But still clarity—

Perhaps knowing—

We pushed each other to the end.

Author William J Breen Jr

2/26/2021  Chasing the Devil

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