Heart / Chamber

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What lights can never capture,
I carefully selected.

What kindness never lingered
made moments longer
than intended.

You made a home
with open windows

inside my weary heart

Its furniture in cobwebs now
and empty frames in dust.

I wonder when I’ll learn to follow

while filling them with smiles
that in the darkness
I invented.

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~ And Poetry After Dark