Midnight blue ink
as an extension of her soul.
Dripping secrets from her fingers,
her pen spoke louder than her voice.
With a whisper he moved closer to hear,
her sweet accent echoing
within the chambers of his heart.
With words that gave voice
to unspoken desires,
to an intimacy in simple things,
he found the key to unlock
what had been imprisoned
within his soul.
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