You are that one I chose to write about
You are not like the rest in beauty
But I have never been like them either
I chose you in white as you strolled through them
Heading towards your cave
Your gentle heart thumps inside me
And your words
from the mountains of the Tswana people
I long to hear
You send calculated beats down my spine
So sleep tonight in thoughts
My second one
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