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A sting to my senses emptiness resides within and so I called and called again your voice haunting my memory your voice lingers in my head Voices drowning in sorrow calling out as if damned walking over my soul and so I call I call no more

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MichelleMorine

43 / F / American

For You?

Written by

MichelleMorine

43 / F / American

Published: Jan 24, 2015
Time: 1m

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