love is a whisper
Love oozes from the cracked crevices of my brain
It seeps through my veins
With its syrupy sweet scent
And it slips out of my mouth
Whispering melodic mystic messages
That are never heard
They fall from my mouth and whistle through the leaves
But my voice is faint so nobody hears
Nobody knows
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