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Serenade my sight with vibrations
in forlorn ears
Wrap my neck in salty wafts
of spoken peace
Let messengers carry thine
tones in lullabies as hands
Manifest your story by senses
not of earthen glee
Dare the parade of thy Lover
consider a rest with me
For my knees taste the piercing
boom of a warm day's Embrace
Cups of cake bloom
and deny not vocals
in babes
Yet, my chords to speak
bow at your feet
Doom formless hopes
before they are dreamed
Yes, procure me
in frothy truth
Invoke sensation in void
and
bid my plea to crimson provision
Whisper with fire and
Eden joys shall overtake
Distill the path of verbs
set in myriad ways
Seat this noun in profound
neglect to want
Storm with disaster o' paradox
to entreat me
Swing across syllables
and divulge dressy splendour
Make it ever a feat
to pronounce thy love
Lest ordinary gems
arrest me
Lest everyday giants
caress me
Banter thee this day
in swan tongues to writhe
Song of thy song,
let thee chorus begin anew, alive
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