The Light Bulb
Long has it been,
to the dry edge
of longing
perpetual and deep,
for your radiant touch
on my party stems when
your heat leaves
me jubilant, shining
resplendent again
in extravagant green.
Long has it been,
to the dry edge
of longing
perpetual and deep,
for your radiant touch
on my party stems when
your heat leaves
me jubilant, shining
resplendent again
in extravagant green.
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