Glass cavity,
pure and deep --
that is where
you hide your surprise, love
letters written in the night.
I feel your breath
on my hair,
feel your song
in my throat,
but I can't hear you
for my own voice --
re-discovered, dusted-off.
Hey, sugar,
sweetheart,
clear crystals forming --
encasing --
brain cells,
yeah, you snapped me,
snatched me up.
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