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| Let There Be Light |
That look
Seeping right through
The straight curve
Almost not there
If one choose not to see...
Close distance,
Yet still afar
The longing
Will not cease
Not for now
And maybe, just maybe,
Not ever...
For You are
One of a kind
The kind that
Shower care with quizzes
Outstretch
Without wanting to reach...
That straight curve
Veins the wall
A territorial intrusion
To be or not to be
Is the question
Of uncertainty...
