Alchemy

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(Prose practice) There is a strange sort of alchemy in your voice. Something about the tone and the words you use and the way you use them; the sum of the parts is greater than the whole. I heard you speak and something in me rearranged. Your soul leaks out with every stutter, every mistake, every bad joke. I would wish to kiss you but that would only silence that beautiful voice. I do not wish to own you for I don't know how to make you happy. I just want to hear you speak; to let your alchemy work it's magic on my soul.