Soft
Gentle
Alluring
Sweet
It matters not
What you say
I’m candle wax
Under the fire
Dripping slowly
To the cold
Hard floor
Below
Drifting
Floating
Sweetly
Each day
Through my mind
I can hear it-
Matter not
Petty words
Insignificant
Unknowing
No meaning
Deaf
To all
But the sound
My world.
A sound
With ridges
A record
Begging
For the needle
Your Voice
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