Your name
Is the sound of reverence
Coursing through my body
A prayer upon my lips
Every time you whisper my name?
That's the sound of a dodged bullet
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Poetrycan the words flowing through my mind be crafted into something beautiful? something worthy? *my wildly terrible attempts at poetry because why not?
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Your name
Is the sound of reverence
Coursing through my body
A prayer upon my lips
Every time you whisper my name?
That's the sound of a dodged bullet
