Keirstin Gajadhar
Contributor
Talk to me.
Tell me something sweet.
Tell me something sour.
Speak to me.
Speak softly.
Speak quickly.
Whisper in my ear
Of life, and love, and death.
Of adventure, of pleasure, of pain.
Sing me a song,
To ease my broken mind,
Put to rest my aching soul,
Warm my toes and my fingertips.
Sweetly, softly, delicate and pure.
Your voice is my beacon
In this boiling sea of rage and loneliness.
Talk to me, speak to me, whisper, sing.
Or do nothing at all.
Communication
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