My magic circle broken
Minus one
The first one
To close his eyes
At first I hardly noticed
You were gone, but now
Your absence grips my throat
Chokes my breath
How much of you is me?
I have your hands
Your hazel eyes
Your quick dismissive shrug
I have your taste
In books and booze
I hear my voice
Confirm your old convictions
How much of you is me
Stretching to close the circle?
Love this.
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