flickering
tendrils of hope
tickled
this
old soul with
phantoms of
pleasure.
reminiscences
of a joy
once flaunted,
now a
haunting reaffirmation
of need
unmasked
by your
brief
insurgence.
thank you,
you delightful
colorful,
wonderful
whisper of
the possible,
now,
begone!
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