Two And Singular.

Countless whispers,

Lurk in the shadows.

And the deep slumber on your chest

With stealth,

Dissolve in your charm and aura

Essay an attempt,

To shut down the tempest.

For what I carry,

Is perhaps a want, a desire!

Of jagged affection

Sweet and sour

Of ugly touch

With no folly bar

And the chord,

The one that is very gentle

Strike it with a mysterious mirth.

Shut the doors,

Descent in my arms

And let elation take its impending birth.

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