Quin Faas - Whistle

Robed with my Glance
Sits a man with Like mind

Breathe I feel his Self saying
Breathe I hear Myself writing

Instinctively he covers his Brow
With the All Colors Fedora

Breathe I feel his Self fighting
Breathe I hear Myself scribing

Breathe I feel Myself fighting
Breathe I hear his Self scribing

Reach Me
Reach Me

He pulls off his Disguise
I feel the man is Blind

Breathe with Me
Breathe with Me

Take me In
I’m Asking

Breathe I feel Myself implore
Breathe I hear his Self explore

Take me In
Not Asking

Discover my Eyes
Discover my Eyes


Seeking The Breath of We

Quin Faas

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