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"the hardest role to play" she say
from all those miles away, unknowing.
and you,
you in your blue velvet slumped on the chair,
uncontained,
eyes like saucers, filled with fear.
"let's go for a dive,"
you say,
your voice so fragile, so paper thin.
"just a little swim,"
plaintive and rueful, each word
claw-like,
pressing to your skin.
so in matching mischievousness
we follow coal coats down dusty roads,
lean fingers
over iron railings, daring fireworks.
we will crash
the white alabaster.
so it's just you and me, stretched over.
counting one two three,
watching
and waiting for
gaps between the boats.
