I heard your voice from a distance and I only felt an inkling of resistance. To the sound of a ghost who occupies my mind.
The waves of you and I flow as a frequency, a steady light I twirl
in the hope of returning.
Depletion.
I feel a draught running over the hard edges of my parched tongue
longing for the essence of who you are.
You are a lighthouse.
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