Muted thoughts diffuse inaudible dreams.
Stifled whispers obscure desperation.
Faint logic pauses velvet shadows in the sky.
A lucid interlude leaves you breathless.
Your murmuring discloses a burning soul.
The secret of my life’s end
is found in your silky love.
'who can say if you love grows as your heart chose' / 'who can say why your heart sighs as you love lies' / 'and who can say why your heart cries as your love lies' / 'who knows; only time. who knows; only time...'
'night keeps all your heart'
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