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Through the haze of gathering dust
above my head, sparks of light filter.
Little specks of open sky,
filled by you.
Across the space between us, I stare for hours.
I move and you dance,
a symphony of movement.
Casual glance, you're still there.
Always apparent.
Apparently mine.
My whole world is void of colour,
void of change.
A tiny transparent universe with a message for you,
lies unseen.
Watching you,
from a little glass bottle on your shelf.