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Jan 2015
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 ******
walking over my soul

and so I call
I call no more
Michelle Morine
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Michelle Morine  43/F/Nevada
(43/F/Nevada)   
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