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In Between Some Lines
In between some lines
You could say they
Might play,
Given a chance,
There were signs
Here and there,
Camouflaged,
Well hidden,
But old hands
At romance
Knew the margin
For error was wide,
The sheer terror
Sensed by seasoned
Hearts should something
Go wrong would probably
Keep them fencing as they
Had for years.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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