Tell Me More

Not just because the sound of your voice,
Drawn, like bright blue cursive swirls into,
Onto glass, magically, in a trance,
Above that, point on, floating over those
Eyes
Higher and deep, keeps thinking in secrets
Inked, to push a sleeve and see an answer,
After the pencils down, found yet,
Never too late to start, turn a blank page to
Art

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