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Between my two fingers,
A fragile tower, poised to burn.
In smoke that writes upon the air
A cursive script of fleeting care.
...
The day was long, the night is cold,
A story in my head is growing old.
Just me, this chair, and the monitor,
Then I see a quiet promise,
...