You wrap your arms round what you seek
and swear you've found the light and speak
of days when things will be just right,
and you won't let go in the night.
You whisper in that "wanting ear".
Don't listen for you'll want to hear,
but realize then you must have erred.
You're wrapped around the open air.
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