"You say my name—
a sigh beneath
the syllables,
and you fold me up
within the letters I’ve heard
since before sound
had meaning.
You give them
even more,
the breathlessness of
both laughter and
loneliness, the
vacillating colors
of my moods,
all painted by your
quiet voice.
You say my name like
you’re holding my hand,
and in all the world,
we are the only ones."
If I had the words...
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