You asked me for space and I
Gave it to you guiltily, as if
My shadow has been bullying yours
Over turfs
You never realized that I've
Mastered the art of non existing
Puff
I clean up my traces and blend
In a swarm of faces
My past disappointments made me
Shrink with a readiness
For flight at the first flinch
Distance is a queer concept, indeed
How would I have known that
I was supposed to fight
For you ?
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