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Covert Operation

I remember
the impossibility

of trying to lie still
listening to your heart,
the approaching footsteps.

I remember
the impossibility

you were going away,
the razor wire feeling
of no second chance.

I remember
the impossibility
and the track of your hips.

How we lay undetected
until caught by the dawn.

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