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His Voice
His voice stirs me
from my trance back
To the present moment
No other girl
does he attract
As much, and I own it.
Naturally the
concert’s sublime
He’s master of his art
As the show ends
the plan of mine
Is finally due to start.
Making my way
through a side door
I find myself backstage
I spy him then
oh mon amour
I approach to engage.
from my trance back
To the present moment
No other girl
does he attract
As much, and I own it.
Naturally the
concert’s sublime
He’s master of his art
As the show ends
the plan of mine
Is finally due to start.
Making my way
through a side door
I find myself backstage
I spy him then
oh mon amour
I approach to engage.
Published 22nd Sep 2018
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Anonymous
- Edited 12th Aug 2024 3:45am
22nd Sep 2018 10:16pm
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22nd Sep 2018 11:11pm
23rd Sep 2018 7:36am
I'm enjoying watching this story pan out. Can't wait to see what happens when you 'engage'.
Anonymous
- Edited 8th Feb 2019 10:53am
23rd Sep 2018 6:25pm
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24th Sep 2018 11:32am
Anonymous
- Edited 23rd Aug 2019 11:45pm
26th Sep 2018 12:38pm
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26th Sep 2018 12:42pm
26th Sep 2018 9:47pm
This seems like a sequel of sorts to another piece of yours; or perhaps just conceding the same person? Reads like a slice of a concert film lit darkly...
27th Sep 2018 6:13am
