A Word, A Story: An Oil Lamp, Part 4

Full moon

After moon,

Twelve thousand

Full moons

I have waited

For a touch,

And now

You ask

Why I cry?

So long

It took

To remember

Who you’ve

Banished?

A mixture of

Blame

Charm

And agony

Coming out

Of that old

Oil lamp.

Dazzled

I rubbed

Once more.

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