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Still it lingers...trumps all others. Tried to fight this but cant live in a twin.. i love it though, a troubled light, if you could see it. I keep it secret, love the dark, just a window, lingering open..waiting itching for the light, my invitation, my permission..


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"...itching for the light..."  is a really fine line, among fine lines. Refreshing work. I like this poem. ~Allets