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Reach her
I couldn't whisper hard enough
for my words to linger in the wind
perhaps, each syllable I spill
have wings made of wax and feathers
they aren't meant to survive
the long journey under the arid skies
'cause my words no matter how beautifully constructed won't reach her mind,
won't make her reply
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for my words to linger in the wind
perhaps, each syllable I spill
have wings made of wax and feathers
they aren't meant to survive
the long journey under the arid skies
'cause my words no matter how beautifully constructed won't reach her mind,
won't make her reply
© All Rights Reserved
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