It is something,

that is always nothing,

an unseen grin,

that will never wane,

across my eyes,

a dew touched vision,

of unheard sighs,

and secret wanting,

and it is hushed,

under veils of lies,

must never touch,

on pain of loss,

a talisman of desire

I will keep it close,

a burning fire,

left to coals.

 

 

 

 

 

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