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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Song V2
You are a song to me As I lay myself down to sleep Enchanting to my ears Soothing to my soul. The night sounds whisper Over silken strands of hair Warm breeze gently Kisses closed eyelids. You music flows over My naked breasts The comforting wind shivers And sighs As I sing myself to sleep. What becomes of this breath of air That so smoothly caresses my cheek Does it slither silently away Before I claim my sleep? Where is this music I hear in my head Where is the melody resounding in my breath? Is it you Or a ghost I see Floating past my window So quietly. Come inside and play for me Serenade me, pluck my strings Give me what I need. You are a song to me Sighing in my sleeping ear.
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