Deep within the margins

​A world on a grid.
​With a cold sky that
​leaves everything dark.
​Most pass each other, unseen.
​Or follow at a stalker’s pace.
​But in the small margins.
​I love you, like some
people ​love the dark side.
​To the moon and back –
​your touch, your words,
​your lips are light.
​As if there is nothing
​else at all.

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