Buzz

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if I could pull at your voice,
tamper with its octaves, and
enhance your delivery,
you’d be a storyteller of our love–

dedicated and devoted
to strengthening our core.

I want your moonbeams, your sun-stained lies,
and all the times you’ve shared
secrets with the walls.

I am the fly waiting patiently.
I buzz
for your attention.

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