Poetry (words)

Speak 

The spoken words…like nothing else that exists. The voice documenting every detail. Shallow, but explosive. To hear desires with your breath attached. Close enough to tell you. Close enough to touch you. Poetry lives in the mouth and spills from every vein. 
Fingertips down your spine that’s how poetry feels. When one word  can leave you aching to hear the next. 

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