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Spoke in then

When Iris showed

You took my breath

I burnt my hand on the stove

Forward step

The snatch back

Of apology

You own your words now

Last love had passed

Autumn as glass

Winter had smashed

Long past just not for me

Doubtless

With all good intentions

You said it was best

Just not for me

Half into the stream

While you looked on from the bank

These last few years

Fighting for nothing