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By Alex Padina

In the darkness, I found you.

So lost and frail and so not mine.

In the indigo velvet of a starless night.

Marble lips and an empty wish

on an hourglass of rapid sands.

A searcher lost, a hunter astray

in the veil of night you hid.

And this I did, I freed my tongue

to an echoed voice that never reached

no matter how much I tried.

And in the soil where bodies rot

and heart stopped memories lay

You heard me speak your name.

And then you raised like a flock of birds,

like mist does in the morning haze.


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