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I need you to know that it hurts when you stare,
but I’m glad you’re attentive.

I’ve turned this hill into an impasse once again;
my shoes worn thin, and my nerves made dull.

Somewhere, the unnerving pause- your smile sent my impulse into a compulsive nod.

I followed your silhouette under the sky-light, as you made your way out the door.
And it was only worth something to me