I beg the night to hear you,
Whisper in my ear, Chicago Boy;
With muffled intentions and
Echoed vibrations,
Tickle my eardrum,
My heart, my heart.
A voice, carried across
Created static sensations,
Digital formations, askew interpretations;
Leaves me yearning for touch.
That voice, a tickle
Tantalizing my eardrum.
The sunrise takes you away.
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