From "Blood Poems for the Death Penguin" by Zeylan

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Thrill, sound of laughter
Small and delicated
with light,
    a spirit
    untouched

Effortlessly gliding
through the sun
Beaming
May it never
    end.
Emotion sea
The dying darkness
The silver steel
All banished;
    wiped away with a
    single word
a touch of the hand
And assurance
of
you.


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