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Dec 2014
You have softer hands than I,
An amusing touch.
And your voice reverberates in
my head like a bell.
I wait for every word,
already knowing whats to come.
You ghosts upon my shoulders,
I've never broken our grasp.
Daniel Arocho
Written by
Daniel Arocho  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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