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She threw herself in focus;

adamant while so detached.

She knew me to be hopeless;

indulged in me in spite of that.

Culls what little interest

I could stand to spawn and rear,

and feigns herself indignant

when I try to catch her ear.

I know my poorer habits -

these tendencies to flee -

but in this sorry instance,

I think that might be best for me.

For what can be accomplished,

chasing she who turns to run.

I may be who's lonely, here --

I refuse to be the only one.