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Your voice, my prism. Opened me up; exposed to raw. Your words are the lyrics to a song that I, too, sing. Did you ever hear that a bird, under the right circumstance, Can sing until it dies? Me either. But I can. Your soul is my enchantment. To the other, we each are spellbound. Or cursed. ?????????? (Destiny-- --Fate) All our skies are growing wider-- let's fly!! And tell me... When has a sound been heard In your soul? A soft, strange sound. That of a young woman whispering your name.... Calling for you at night. Did you hear her? Will you answer? the bonds of spirit soul lust love? We waltzed together in the masquerade but the dance is over and this mask itches. |
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