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Diamond Dust

 
My thirst for conversation deepens
and I don't mean, "how's the weather".

I mean the talks, the words that mean
I am seen, I am heard.

When the thoughts in my head matter
to someone who wants them...

and I can listen, take a turn
in holding a light and a mirror.

Rare as diamond dust,
precious as water.
Written by Tristique
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