My heart was akin
to the #waning moon—
a mere silver
#birch sapling,
on a track to #nothing
until he got me
within his #scope—
so in tune
as if he could
dial my mind
on a #telephone line
my heart #justified
in waxing again
trying if #possible
to imitate the sun—
blazing, #roasting
back into being.
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