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I trace your name in the air,
but the wind steals it—
you never turn,
you never know.
My heart is a lighthouse
pointed at the shore,
but you are a ship
with no need for more.
Still, I glow.
Still, I wait.
Maybe someday
you’ll glance my way.


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