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I listened to you speak
As if it were the first time
I had heard words

Your voice was sultry
Making my senses melt like butter
My breath danced to the symphony
Of your words

Somewhere in between
I lost myself
In the shape of your lips

They seem capable
Of casting a spell
Of raising the dead
Or of slaying every notion
As they have done to me

My reverie was torn
When you touched my shoulder
The universe became prismatic
I was alive, I realised

My eyes found yours
I would've fallen to pieces
If your gaze wasn't holding me one.
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