Words

In a fine midnight, from you.

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There was a day

beautiful fireflies fly

Drawing light unto the sky

Then

Someone stands under the spangles

Pondering if he could peek a marvel

Aspiring his love hails him

beneath the beams with a

veracity.

 

In a fine midnight, for you.

 

— R, 2017

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