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His voice cracked when he spoke of her I could sense his pain in such small sound, almost Like a whisper Truly, barely audible, as if his soul wasn't ready to speak of her As if my soul wasn't prepared to hear
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Mid-July and sorrows of June
His voice cracked when he spoke of her I could sense his pain in such small sound, almost Like a whisper Truly, barely audible, as if his soul wasn't ready to speak of her As if my soul wasn't prepared to hear
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
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