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Atonement


Atonement


 

The most I can do with you now

is to sit on this ledge,

watching everywhere.

I turn to watch you stare

at everything and nothing.

 

Your fingers thump

on the warey brick.

Your back slumping,

and your legs kick.

 

Without fear or worry,

I wonder whether

you think of atonement,

or think of jumping.


 

-End-

 

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