I turn, a new page:

I turn, a new page:
Pens, abound,
tighten my script, as I
breathe in and out
your attentions.

Constrain me, let me live,
wherever you will go,
dance on the edges of lips,
and young tongue tips;
such speech never lose!

And with each voice I choose,
a new beginning bound to your sights and my hand.

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