The words you say of high irritation.

I see you in the periphery of my vision
for that is the total of ways I am allowed.

Once again you shrink away.
Doubly denying

Perhaps it is my fault,
as Kavanagh’s,
That I see angels where there is clay.
But you see mud where there is flesh.

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