Tell me something nice, darling
Make me write better
Dare me to fight
My inner demons now.
Teach me, teach me the devotion
Of your voice, its bass,
Depth and lows.
I want to arm my words with
The air that passes through your vocal chords.
Split into parts like a harmony.
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