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Is anybody there?

The question at the heart

Of this fragile affair

Of broken promises

And half-full glasses


Transparent presences

Face-off over the table-cloth

Make failing connections

With the other side intentions

Causing cracks at the core

Of a fragile affair


Haunted by loneliness

Still strangers as first met

Unwilling to reveal

In case of a broken spell

Shattering to shards

A fragile affair


The touch of a cold hand

Jolts out of reflection

On this fragile affair

Brought back to a reality

That’s hardly, if at all, there

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