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Loneliness

The fire that lived in my pupil
That fed on the salt of my tears,
The taste of solitude in my tongue 
Where my flesh and limbs mattered
Even when the heavens melted upon,
I didn’t feel a trickle.
You are the flame that scars my heart 
Yet your fingers gently caress and heal
You flavour my soul with thunder
And bless me with fierce heat
Yet, I find you resting 
In the folds of a quiet ripple 
You watch me slip and falter
Like a music note in the air 
Yet catch me before I fall.
You crush and shatter me
Only to stick my fragments together again,
With silver dusts of courage.
You whisper in silence,
That my every atom was carefully picked
From the cosmic dust of the Universe
Inside every cell lies a stellar secret 
And you leave the keys in my palms
You run in the streaks that race on my palm
In the sickly sweet ichor of my veins

You are the gentle rhythm of my life,
Just you, and me.

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