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Click hereHear my whispers in a world of belligerent shouts
Listen with not your ears but with your soul
Remember, your heart labors but still pumps life
I have the key to your neglected lock
Will you come out from behind your spindly tree
In an infinite play and you cast yourself the shrub
The Shrub, paltry from your view as the world plays out
But in the front row, armed with a smile, I am captivated
your eyes dart as you observe from the shadows with your limbs half-heartedly raised
I comprehend your struggle because your limbs are so weighty
The second act, will you not transcend into stardom, even if behind a mask?
I know, I am; take a bow and accept my unbudded tulip
Accept a finger, and I’ll earn your reclined hand
We will dance ‘till your heart grows heavy by my absence
My eyes scintillate in the presence of your lock’s locks matted from my affection
Grow close and hear my whispers