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A curtain draws itself shut in my mind
Whene'er I search for words to set this to.
Uncertain of your thoughts, what I might find
You feel if I reveal my heart to you.
Your hands are like the softest melody
When they entwine their fingers in my own--
'Tis beautiful, but played so haltingly,
Each note restrained, uncertain of its tone.

These words fall out so smoothly every night
When safely distanced from your clever tongue
But when I'm in your presence, I must fight
To keep the simplest sentence neatly strung.
    You kill me in the slowest, sweetest way
    Is what I--when grown silent--mean to say.

Big booty, twenty-six!
Twenty-six, big booty.