(A lone voice whispers)
Can you feel my breath whispering through these lines?
Laissez-moi entrer là où dort votre âme
Can you feel the sharp edge of my sword as each word shines as they're expressed?
Can you feel my ethereal fingertips caressing your spine?
As your soul pines and pleads to be undressed.
If so, in the higher language of all that have come before:
Meus eris.
(C)
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