In Search of Light

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Let’s dance
holding hands.
The silence trickling in
between us
more telling
than the conversation.
In your eyes
saturated with sadness
I see my loneliness
turned inside out.
Like a prayer on lips
you come to me in tiny words
never as a sacrament
no matter how hard I pray.

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