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Quicksilver



I’m deaf to all
but your words.

Thousands of moments
later, and I have yet to grasp
the shifting.

Some unknown hand
Reshuffles the fuses
Of understanding.

I stumble, and
my belated instinct
fails to recapture
the elusive spark.

Another sweet instance
between us
ignites.

Silence and shouting
alike fan the flames
higher.

Later, I sift sadly through
the cold ashes.
Written by Atakti
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