A little piece of you came in through my window, balanced on a whisper, warm and cushioned in a thought. The whisper hushed and softly fell and settled where our dreams would not tell, my lips remain sealed, swollen with crafted lines. Poetry speaks to those caught in time where the blink of a light is able to shine.
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