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A tale to be told

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The couch draws
both nearer,
she awkwardly awaiting
my shyness

The red-faced boy
resembling me,
dimms to grey
together with room
and furniture

It's tense, more direct,
like an ancient picture,
we kiss, embrace
knowing it's the last time

One second masked as
eternal sentiment
overwhelms both bodies
Apropriate tears sail
from the glimmering harbour

Rising, I seek
the wooden door
when closing it,
life reveals itself
in overwhelming silence
coloured with the sound
of ticking clocks