You always stalked, The fringes of my dreams. I always pondered, How you imagined me. I devoured your words, A salacious nourishment. Wondered when I wrote, Was I feeding you too? In the dance of our lives, We nodded across the room. I was always curious, The words we might whisper. We chatted; soul mates not presumed, Thorny queries, privately unveiled. The opening stanzas, one light
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