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Softly... I speak out your name. Slowly... I form words I didn't know. Barely... Seeing the significance. Trying... To understand it all. Feeling... As if words mean nothing. Laughing... At the irony. And walking away.

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william-knight

American

Published: Apr 17, 2011
LinesWords: 1935

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