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Dainty silk trails dancing in the clear
Like coy lit by the last, quiet ember of creation
Stillness.
Dilluted.
Cold, goosebumpy skin, tickled at the alien touch of a captive stranger.
Hardened with no grip, bite, or purpose.
Fingers creeping for a plea.
A clumsy petition to the box you lived in.
Your voice.
Your concern.
Measured.
Weighed.
Rationalized.
