As the flame flits about on the wick,
my eyes attended to her silhouette dancing on the wall, summoning me to see her being.
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Everything my eyes beheld upon her,
was straight out of a poetry book.
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I read her stanzas;
line, after silhouetted line,
she became lust to my tongue.
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I only recite
her now.
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(sumairu¶oetry)