In the cold I sat.
Spirits rose around me
For an open heart they seek.
My countance, suitable for depression.
He came and whispered into my ears.
As lovely as a voice could be.
He said" I desire you, to fill your heart with love"
The lies of depression for he knew what I craved.
I latched on to his words
As he led me through a catalog of sounds
Sounds of his presence.
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