Slight of Hand

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Your wrist moves
in the silence of words,
so steady and smooth.
The feather-like shadow
moves in waves,
that you're making.

it has become an ocean,
an ocean of thought,
of emotion

Though your silence is crystal,
your words,
those curvy wavy letters and seas
are diamonds,
They incise through your silence,
making it worth a million words...

No wonder I'm a fool in love,
in love with
your words,
your thoughts,
your emotions...
With you.

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