now, please, can I go?

now, please, can I go?
can I flow? just let the words go?
I promise I know
inside me words grow
and glow and
put on a show—
it’s like all ink is blood-red
and only black without you—

so please just listen—
like the shine of the crescent moon
gleaming through the dead of night—

to these words I keep, these words of mine—
o say you see, say you see me shine—

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