I'm drawn
to your haunting
but we both know
the game by now;
the soft-eyed play
for familiar pity,
two broken wings
feigned
when the one,
real
is already more
than enough.
Anyway, too,
we both know
I need now
to go away
because
both of us
must learn
finally to fly.
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