Eyes over shoulders,
Dart
Left and right.
Seemingly guarding
Past nostalgia,
Reminiscing.
Real could be unreal
as bona fide or as sham.
Mind and memories are not
Pages another can
Flip.
Sides of coins are but slight
Separations
While Gravity poises the
up and down.
Smiles must hide what quaking heart doth feel,
Whenever you look this way.
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