You know the secrets
The rhythm of the earth
The pitch of the wind
The scent of ecstacy
You call to my soul
Posess me
You presence hovers
Follows
Waits
Do you not wish to speak
Share with me
Your secrets
Your dreams
And I shall share with you
My heart and soul
We become one
Perfect
Genius
 
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