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I see your shadow in quivering light.
Reminiscences of your body, pretty close to mine.
My eyes scurry in youthful delight
For a chance to be one, with intentions benign.
Thought – rushing, body – still and divine,
I stand at the window, feelings – occupied
Hands – still, fingers – align
Motion – stops, and You – break inside.
I acuse your actions to be whimsical
and full of pride.
Mixing in my blood you run inside
Candles – alight, My urges – pacified
I sit at the window, in the falling night.
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