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Sweet Nothings
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Sweet Nothings

I don't want your whispers,
Of sweet nothings in my ear.

I want...
To carve our love into your belly,
Carve a heart into your arm.

I don't want sweet nothings,
I want permanent reminders,

A symbol everlasting
In which will never dim.
Those pleasantries shall disappear,
so why bother to sigh into my ear?

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