Lay lines crossing this clock,
and intense colours upon this wall.
Wings here, and we'll fly.
A chair in the corner,
and a light.
To shine through the darkest nights
before your words soar like daggers
hunting my song.
And still I remain sitting by the fire,
care to join me ?
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I love the poetry you write.
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