And lastly, she said with heaving chest
Is this what you want?
A figure to be spoken of, but not to speak
The subject of, without objection
A song which drowns out your voice?
Let me paint you, he said, let me capture you
In ink, let me show you what I see in you
He could make her, he could touch her
Like no one else, by his design
Would you ever laugh, like that?
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A