So eloquent is your inundated drum,
every strike leaves me entranced, yearning for more.
So evident is your fervent tongue,
every expression weaves me enhanced, grateful of yore.
I cannot see your face..
Only echoes of manufactured haste, and
tears of decadent taste.
For your witness chose to intervene,
and forewarn of this loose machine.
cyvora helped me with line 3, thanks
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