Of what was called out

By Jan Philippe V. Carpio

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Of what was called out
in the evening,



I heard you,

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From some distance

at first,

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Your voice
carried over



to where
I was,



When you spoke
into my ear,



the breath of you

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I felt on,

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When it came,

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I trembled more,

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before anything
else.