I whisper out the truth
You holler drowns me out
A soft murmur slips from my lips
My conscience a flower
My instinct a thorn
The husky tone of your voice
Masked by sultry undertones.
The song you sing is not a song at all.
A riddle masked by shadows and truth.
Waiting for me to fall.

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