I read your strange
words exquisite
humming-bird-
like airy
in their armor not
grounded
all restless
sheen and oiled
whisper and light
metallic feathered
fusible and false
I know this is not love
it is envy
of your heart
that loves
and loves
others
so tangibly
so tangibly
have you written
its racing–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
A perfectly abrupt –
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