MOS: Polydeuces

Not sure how allegiances lie.

How I’ve missed you.

Again I have missed.

My brother wife.

The leaves fallen from my hand,
no answers in the station.
Again this is from the hand.

Pond water is the bath,
Lily pad scent obscured.

Coming home was never easy.

Leave me.

Come back.
A simple return in the steps,
a dance with no end.

Shuffle in place if you’d like.
I am not bound by your points.

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