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Words uttered in a whisper, quietly embrace my sleep. It is so feminine, fragile, when my voice wakes up. I'm so gentle. Sincere. Not always. Once I wake up - curls, so mundane the male in me awakens. And then they say, "You are different!" Forgive, but who would not be different, as soon as they sleep in the morning after a dream in his heart a man and a girl?