Quietly - a poem about lovers conversing

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Drop a line, or two, or three

Your lips dream of how great things shall be

Whispering to each-other in the night, how we will make it out of this year, alive

Your hands hold my head, reminding me that I am not alone

The words that roll off your tongue

Your sweet nothings sing to this weary soul

"Everything will be fine, everything will be alright"

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