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Read along n find the written message of words placed specifically in alignment in the open. Let your sight caress each letter as if it's your story jotted down as your depths are showing. Slowing to the pulse of truths reaching for your mind to come undone. In a moment on pages to comprehend there's someone else in this fuckin world that's in a mental sync never to rush luv. I'll be on the other side of the arrangement of the twist watching your eyes flow. As a witness to how you feel the delivery when your lips shape syllables wanting to be known. From one human to the next I sit on display in a rare view just far enough away from ever being seen. Imagine if you will the author having to write out thoughts created in the heart where time cannot breathe. Waiting on someone to do more than turn the pages of selfish use. To become a piece of a story yet find sound in a voice so lovely new angles come through. Follow me with your fingers as if I whisper upon blank pages craving to be a timeless masterpiece. Touch me to go with the curves of expressions damn near brail sighing with ease. Pulling you into my world that isn't so much different from yours. As details leak out bcuz the inner makings flirt with something that can be so much more. From over here you look quite stunning to my naked sighs. Sinking in to the pages absorbing a tale captured of you n I...