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Apr 2017
Call me by name,
An epithet, a prayer
Bend my syllables to your symphony
And cool the beating of my heart with the rush of your vowels.
I am still with a single breath,
Only a moment of sighs will soothe my fires.
So keep my consonants on your lips and my heart upon yours,
Call me by my name.
Beckon
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