The creases in my hands
number the string of nights
in wait over her response
Head now lifted up
there is a sun in the sky
This day of days
Is a torch amongst faint candles
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The creases in my hands
number the string of nights
in wait over her response
Head now lifted up
there is a sun in the sky
This day of days
Is a torch amongst faint candles