Part 1:
Wings aflutter from watching your lop
A hurried brush leaves my tempest robbed
Sibilances and consonants
I am your indulgence
I love you
Part 2:
Sourness in your breath and a 5 o'clock shadow
A hesitant lean for a scratch on my cheeks
Dancing spittle in a maniacal rhythm
A nod in beat for sympathy-
But not as much as you think
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