Your lonely name I'll recognize
Among the million creatures.
Your low voice, as melting ice,
I listen to your features.
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Please, talk to me in the deepest night
And tell about joy and fight.
Let me embrace you, dear babe.
I'll treat you kindly. Though it's late.
Channeled Rhymes. For the Shy Being
© Copyright: Андрей Боровков, 2019
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