An electronic whistle through the wires is your siren's song. You keep me watching with a glance, a wave, and a smile. I send the flattery, but it is you who have me on the hook. I am adrift in the possibilities of things that will not be.
Sound I so negative? We have both said it already, through innuendo and straight out. It is not pessimism; it is fact.
But keep purring, and I will keep my end. The dance has just begun, and I for one do not wish to see it end quickly.
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