dimming light casting shadow
of my hand with crying plume
tracing letters between lines
etch forever to send pictures
to whoever's eyes get in touch
wish those gentle lips read much
i'm pouring my loving heart on tablet
flowing smoothly from sheet to sheet
glow of street lamp attracting moths
converging around; flying in frenzy
only repelled by warmness of glass
lips of light must be mesmerizing
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