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I've got your voice
In the back of my head
It keeps my path right
It keeps me going through
Yes I need your voice
In the back of my mind
I need it to stay safe
I need you to stay true.
In the back of my head
It keeps my path right
It keeps me going through
Yes I need your voice
In the back of my mind
I need it to stay safe
I need you to stay true.
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Body
your body the key change the moon-loved arc the fang in the wave my body the seashell spiral the stained glass the gouged candle your body the cursive vowel the lucid dreamer the light on the sill my body the half-grown tree the rain-painted sleeve the unfinished doorway your body the water-braided light the fractioned zero the wave in the particle my body the aching drum the lilac at dusk the arched memory your body the absence in my body absent from your body
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Sigh, Thing, Sigh
Sigh, Thing, Sigh In this sigh, some thing so beautiful - beautiful, and this thing above, this ugly second, big and touching; so without, infinite - underneath sigh, again understood without words, thing, some touching words, some thing infinite, beautiful; some short second, sigh, thing so beautiful; thing underneath, thing above sigh again, this so beautiful; so short, this time, so this big, ugly thing - understood beautiful - in time . MaggotsX @ 06.11.2023
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My music box ballerina
could you ever find yourself calling me your tiny dancer, your showgirl on display; meant to simply entertain? Or maybe your beloved ballerina, planted on a pedestal with a simple goal to spin and see your smile when the key to my heart winds up my soul as the music makes you whole, and we can be together. Could you ever find yourself strumming my cords to simply hear the song I sing. To dwell in the ideal and adore the echo as my soothing melody, wraps you in soft coils; messaging your mentality into freeing your being, and easing you out of the heated days' painful reminders that you must please them as much as you desire to please me? I want to be those things, for you, so if you would adore and let me be that sonata that cooling breath against your skin the sweet nocturnal song you strum to forget those pains and yes let me be the one you love, then I'll be your tiny dancer. I will be your music box ballerina as long as you hold the key to wind up my soul.
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