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Thankful

I would have settled for satellite
you made me a star.
My cheeks are anthracite.
aflame, twas your inner grimoire.
 
Now staring in to the night
my mind races towards you.
restraint though I fight,
the thoughts–
I have subdued.
 
Be thankful for the presence
there are so few like she.
Be thankful for her vision,
what she sees in me.

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