On the other side of the door

You talk in metaphors
That pave over rough emotions
Leaving only smoothed outlines
Hinting at shapes

I want to eavesdrop on your soul
Put a glass to your chest
And listen to your heart

The words might be winged
But the thump beats true
It tells me things even you don’t know

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