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As evening's folding curtain yields to night,
she sits beside me, soft beneath my hand,
unbridled laughter ringing with delight.
She beams in darkness, fire in the night.
I fade; she glows.

I sometimes dream of my far-distant land,
a place where time is waylaid as it flows
and sunlight softly kisses stone and sand.
I wish that I could soar and never land.
But here I stay.

She rarely dreams, I think, of what she chose--
to never taste the magic of a day
lived far away from creeping mundane woes.
This life's a shadow, nothing that I chose.
I crave the light.

She has possessed me, molded me like clay,
my sculpted body fired a vivid white,
my brilliance bleached to captive lifeless grey.
I fear I'll never see my native clay.
This wasn't planned.

I chose her once, her fire in the night.
The weight of clay has trapped me in her land,
so here I stay, although this wasn't planned.
I fade; she glows; and still I crave the light.

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