Roaring as pounding,

Whisper as string.

We guide each other's body

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Can the speaker and listener 

dancing together?

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As they become stone, sponge and silk

Sculptured by sound

Sound from my stomach

Sound from my throat and my mind

It can be squeezed, penetrated.

It disappears in inches,

It can be thrown to the sea line.

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We deform when we express

We deform when we express