This time, this place
I mime control;
When we meet
Face to face,
I avert my eyes
To save face.
To save memory.
The hands will sweep
Past midnight again,
The dewy hours
Lift by ten.
I'll remember
Your emerald eyes
When they looked
At me
In midnight's memories.
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