VII.
What are you so afraid of?

I need only to cry on your shoulder
I will not wet your entire shirt.

I need only the comfort of your hand,
I will not chain myself to it.

Sit with me, as I do with you.
Let us commemorate this moment together.

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IX.
There’s no need to mini-
mize me, the way they super-
size the fries.

Stare at me and see me.
I’ll hold your gaze.

*
X.
They start it,
and they get so afraid,
they run away.

Even the good ones.
(He sees so many others
A trait I admired
and desired.

He looks past me.)

They go.

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XI.

He used to look at me.

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XII.

I see them, still.