My words vow they're made of truth
Ground me in your rhythm, angel
Deep down me dwell
Warm spell my skin shrouds
Loud singing me, loud
Blind me not and instead bind
Remote rhymes I could not find
Flawlessness beyond intention
I’ll carve this marble until it sculpts us
Reshape my words to murmur yours
Poetry with-in me, pours
Your taste inside my soul
Howl me, drums and drum again
My words vow they're made of truth
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