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HANNA SAYS...

My friend asks me what he should do, I tell him what I think,
No both ways, no turning back, pay homage to only one path.
"Which is right?", I'm at a loss...."I guess I'll just wait..",
Risk wrecking everything we have just to make it great.

"My feelings," he says, "are the real thing."
Living in a Coca-Cola dream.
But so many years of friendship could be lost in just one
Line - truth is not always the best option.

So much to lose, so much to gain,
Possibilities create an unenviable position.
Draw a chalk line across your heart, forget the other side,
Contain the side you're on. Damage limitation.

If you build a plinth beneath her feet, her heart will
Be further out of reach. She'll see far above your head,
And miss the underneath.
A friend reflected in her eyes, her touch, her voice, her will.

Her idiosyncrasies lead him to believe,
That she holds all he will ever, ever need.
With love, even the taste of plain, cold water is sweet.
"What am I to do?"

The personification of all things ephemeral,
Hung only on a blank sky.
The silence as grey as the air, as he looks into her eyes.
Falling, forever falling.

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