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The smiling relief in playing with the tip of your fingers
The silent joy in seeing you exultant
Of pulling out all stops to escape goodbyes
Of the effort to not blush with your stray admiration--
There's a wire getting untangled,
A musical note finding blissful perfection
A window showing dazzling views through the grills
A painting finding its ever missing colours.
"No don't have regrets", I cautioned myself on a
melancholic afternoon
"You don't have regrets", I congratulate myself
this unsystematic hopeful night
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