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Whisper your name in an empty room
You brush past my skin
As soft as fur
Taking
hold
I taste your scent
Distant noises
Other voices
Pounding in my broken head
Commit the sin
Commit
yourself
And all the other voices said
Change your mind
You're always wrong
Come around at christmas
I really
have to see you
Smile at me slyly
Another festive compromise
But I live with desertion
And eight million
people
Distant noises
Other voices
Pulsing in my swinging arms
Caress the sound
So many dead
And all the
other voices said
Change your mind
You're always wrong
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