In voice we cry
with tears (and coming)
wrapped round the sharp
the thorny stems
of impatient time
your voice, dark umber
rich thick of velvet
soft chocolate, slick
takes root in me
my voice of flame
cries out the heat
the bud of want
wound hot together
a fire trapped inside
our voice we cry
scream seeds spread
riding high
a chorus for the end
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