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Bottled lightening, fallen stars,
Dancing butterflies and singing soul,
What are these little half expressions,
To express your love so fulfilling and whole.
I'm pouring ink like a maniac,
For a love that made me sane,
Loving in my intermediate ways,
Forgetting the boon or bane.
I'll pour till my paper is all wet,
And with it I'll wipe your dry hand,
Stain you in my transparent ink,
In colors only we will understand