And cleverly spun those words, knowing that words would win me over, words always win me over and talked cajoled wheedled; spun fiddled breath into my ear and streamed the words and warm breath and arms around me.

And smoothly sung those tunes, hoping that the notes would blur me gently, music stirs me somehow and sang: hummed fiddled breath into my mind and dreamed the lands and warm sun and smoothly sang those tunes, I floated.

And softly tied those knots, gently tangling while sounds were taking over, whispered music and fiddled me home, and smiling, softly cajoling beckoning holding me sweet and rocking me slow until I was finally safe.

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