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the truth of you

I hold your words close

Basking in the beauty of them

The beauty of you

My soul calls for yours

I crave your answer

The sound of you

I wrap my soul in a blanket of you

Falling into comfort

The comfort of you

I cringe when there is silence

Hiding from the truth

The truth of you

So much more can be said

With no words at all


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