Those whispers
Sometimes they caress my hair
Grey and thinning
Once proud and black
Those whispers
Warm breath upon my chest
Turn to drops of sweat
And crawl down my skin
Those whispers
The clanging in my ears
Mostly lost in monotony
At times deafening
Those whispers
Once slipped past parted petals
And pearls in rows
Now lost as if unuttered
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