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I once loved your eyes
The mirror reflected back at me
Feigning that same affection
Eating away as if I were the only source
In a bottle, I thought lightning had been captured
An unrelenting whirlwind of desire
Discreet with its blessed beauty
A concept wholly foreign to me
A single benevolent, fleeting glance thrown my way
Only meant for another in due time
My home is not mine
Just a waiting room
What was caught in that downpour
It was bright
It was intense
It was warm
And it was gone