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Disembodied voices, Calling to reach the other side. Only ending up as screeches, No clear voice or real cry. This the white noise, The solemn dark voices forgotten. What is left in the dark? But a light left off quite often.
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
Disembodied Voices
Disembodied voices, Calling to reach the other side. Only ending up as screeches, No clear voice or real cry. This the white noise, The solemn dark voices forgotten. What is left in the dark? But a light left off quite often.
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Daramouthe
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Daramouthe
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
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