computer classic

i'm watching you as you watch her.

careful.

and i hope you're reading mines.

sweeping up the words to make sense.

to shine the silver.

to oil the leather.

i'll hold the cloth and brushes.

set up the flags.

smile that smile.

the scratches show.

the reflection fades.

and like every cliché

i forget.

you forgot.

we'll get through just fine.

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