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I'm a sweet sight
But a soul's fright.
I'll soothe your senses.
Throughout the night.

I'm a hard story to hear.
Words that slither clear.
It hurts to know I'm cold.
As I breathe into your ear.

A painful love, to divulge in me.
To crave one who craves surreality.
I may be wholehearted with you.
But I give up no vulnerability.

Addicted to the glisten.
That you watch as you listen.
I may swim atop the current.
But it's to hell that I'm mishing.




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