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Three dots dancing, blinking bright, 

Like marquee lights in the dark of night. 

A rhythm timed in silence creeps, 

Promises held, secrets to keep.

Each pulse a breath, a hope replete, 

In moments paused, our souls meet. 

Thread of words, fragile yet strong, 

Keeps us close, like we belong.

In those dots, life's spark revived, 

Without their glow, we feel deprived. 

So wait, heartbeat’s trembling pace

For each succeeding worded grace.