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Speeches

My friends don’t like you,

and yours are sick of your ceaseless speeches,

all the ways you find to say,

that I am all yours.

You were always an outstanding orator,

so I took the place of your captive crowd,

in awe,

in your arms,

in a daze and a daydream,

wrapped in your warm words,

as they burn bright against my skin.

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