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If words we’re a vacuum, not just vacuous,
the conversation would still suck,
But instead I’d be pulling my orbit to a path ’round your star,
for near or far I search my heart and there you are, burning like a sun giving fuel to my fire.
A pyre made in pilgrimages to the Mecca in your eyes,
A brightness at actions I can claim at and cite,
A bite and the plight beneath those parking lots’ lights.
A jubilation at the sight of you,
How have you in me these feeling wrought each and every night?