Just one.

  The perfect one.

  One that flickers at 3am when you’re trying to sleep.

  One that lights up not the room but the soul.

  One that breaks the hearts of all who lay their eyes upon it,

  Yet calls at them to look again,

  And again,

  And again,

  Until every word has burnt a mark in the mind of one,

  Just one,

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  A single reader,

  Who stays awake until 3am because they can’t put it down.

  Who knows all the words off by heart,

  or who can’t bring themselves to look again,

  Least it tear their soul apart,

  But who remembers how it made them feel,

  In a world that’s all too real,

  And dark,

  And not perfect,

  It’s not perfect,

  But if it can leave a mark,

  Even just for moment,

  One is all you need,

  Just one.