Blurs and odd shapes,
Incoherent thoughts
When I am trying to write.
It's glass and fire
Melding, melting my brain--
Dreams of Yellow and Innocence and Blue.
I cannot write now;
"Hush, calm your fingers,
Stop the tiny, tiny clicking of keys.
Dearest Amber, go to sleep,
Perhaps there you will dream of me."
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