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Speak To Me In Whispers
Speak to me in Whispers
My weakness is magnetic
Attracted to the metal in your spine
My creative spark
Ignited by the fire in your mind
The hunger I have for learning
Is fed with the manna you bestow
The vessel of my longing
Is bound to the ore that you row
So speak to me in whispers
Never let the volume rise above
The soft sweetness that's between us
To break the fragile bubble of our love.
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Crystol Woods
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