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When I hear your voice in isolation my whole house sways to your godly presentation that voice now has a different kind of appreciation when it's the only thing that sends my heartbeats into constant vibration It's not the word nor the caption it's the sound that's now given in ration to switch on a photographic imagination of the value of a throwback life, seen through an application Send me your voice I am done with pictures and links bring back the call the call of you
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:03 AM UTC
The Call
When I hear your voice in isolation my whole house sways to your godly presentation that voice now has a different kind of appreciation when it's the only thing that sends my heartbeats into constant vibration It's not the word nor the caption it's the sound that's now given in ration to switch on a photographic imagination of the value of a throwback life, seen through an application Send me your voice I am done with pictures and links bring back the call the call of you
Quarantine Times: Call him or her, let the voices sing a conversation, or have you forgotten how to?
maria-etre
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:03 AM UTC
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