Love for Gold.

Toward atoll she will roll,

For a gold for the soul.

A requirement for bravery,

All she will touch be lined silvery.

The heart bleeds as it yawns,

For she will never settle for bronze.

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Induce.

Some people don’t speak to you,

Not that we know of consciously.

They speak directly to your heart.

That you you’ve been trying desperately to hide.

That unconscious you,

You didn’t even know existed

Until you hear their voice,

Your soul becomes all baring.

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