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I flick back the pages
of my standard notepad,
sharpen my HB thoughts
into a quill.
Try to look the part.
A quick scan of his eyes,
searching for signs of deceit.
Then head down to the task.
Time to see with my ears,
listen for that slight
give-away of delay.
A tremble on the lips.
Later, on the same day,
after-images return.
Silent and chill remnants.
A footnote in feint.
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